Valerie rolls her eyes. "Sadly, you're right to suppose that. Even here, in these remote lands, one can find o

Valerie rolls her eyes. "Sadly, you're right to suppose that. Even here, in these remote lands, one can find offspring of many noble houses – and all of them consider it their duty to kneel before me, begging me to walk with them in the garden." Valerie's voice overflows with contempt. If words were poison, you'd be dying a horrible death.