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"It's Bridget, my king," the familiar voice said.

He'd summoned her. "Come in."

She entered and greeted him. He sent the seamstresses away. The older woman automatically walked behind him to finish where the seamstresses stopped, tying the robes of his garment to hold together.

"Daphne is still asleep in the library. Tell the cook to make her breakfast, but she has to eat chicken broth and soup be