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The tent door stirred, flap tossing back slightly. The prince strode into the woman's tent as she leapt from the bed, pulling the white covers around her scarcely-covered body. He payed no mind, a solemn, business-like expression covering his face. "Celestine, rogue, agent of the Lothian empire." "You could knock, Demitri." Her red lips pulled back over white teeth in a sneer at the tall-standing man. The court adviser snorted behind the prince, stepping daringly towards the small woman as she collected the covers around her body like a forsaken robe. "You could have the manners to address your future king more properly, wench," the adviser