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Finally, Bridget took a deep breath, her shoulders relaxing. “The king is not like other men, Daphne,” she said calmly. “He hates you, yes, but he’s not like other slave masters. You should already know that by now.”

“Yes. Yes, I know,” Daphne admitted.

Bridget nodded and started stirring her potions again. “You don’t have to worry about carrying his child. You can be with him as much as he wants