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  Smiling at the comment hanging between them, Nikolai shot Camille a warm yet tired smile as he looked over his shoulder at her coming up behind him. It felt good that if he were to sit and talk to anyone following the events of the Cauldron, it would be with somebody that felt exactly how he did inside. Coming up short behind the door that led into his chambers, Nikolai pushed it wide open before looking back at the blonde with a dip of his head and a dramatic wave of his arching arm to invite her in. âLucky for us, I have a plethora of wines in my room just waiting to be poured.âÂ
She chuckled at his dramatic wave, as though she was being admitted to the theatre instead of his chambers. Perhaps it was both in a way. âAt least you have a plethora, Iâll have you know that I have very specific tastes when it comes to wine,â Camille, stepped through, glancing around his chambers out of curiosity. All the High Lordsâ chambers were opulent, not a statement of personal taste really as theyâd been assigned but still Camille offered a polite, âNice rooms,â a half amused lazy joke. âI hope this headache doesnât last long, I canât say Iâm fond of it,â







