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A CLOAK TAKEN ON SO WELL, naught but a SERVING wench in rags POVERTY - STAINED, if not for the beauty ETHEREAL, she looks one of them, disguised and MINGLED all too perfect. A wolf, a girl, A CHILD, cast under the SICKENING shadow of a beast of a WICKED boy, she shall not be left to SUFFER and perish as if FORSAKEN by whatever gods she prays to. Lithe frame INCHES in slow, saccharine smile ABEAM upon pale features, she leans IN & DOWN, closer as if to SHARE a secret kept only for her ears.  ❛ MY LADY -- You must be exhausted. Shall I escort you back to your CHAMBERS ? ❜