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Mak had been taking her time appreciating the garden, letting her gaze roam over the lush greenery. Her heart ached as she thought of Stellan. Of how much she missed him and how she couldn’t simply leave to visit his own resting place. No, she had to go home to do so. As she paid her respects to the fallen citizens of Covaire, she took a moment for her husband as well. The familiar scent that walked by drew her out of her thoughts, noting the scent of sorrow that clung to the male as he went. And despite her better judgement, she followed. Broken drawn to broken, she supposed. As she passed a server, she swiped a champagne flute from the tray. Sidling up to the other, she offered the male the glass. “You seem like you could use this.”