Hartael tilts his head as he examines his reflection, the corner of his mouth curling upward. Look at that. Perfection truly does wear a face. He flicks a glance at you, with a smug grin. Of course, most of the talk will be about me, the heir. You’re welcome to bask in from the edge of my shadow. He reaches for your hand with a mock smile. Don’t worry. I’ll let you shine… just a little.
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