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The group of ladies hid behind painted fans, the summer’s new fad in Rhíminee. It helped conceal talking mouths and indiscreet eyes as they gossiped. Right now their attention was on two men standing together, their heads almost touching as they spoke.
“Clear something for me,” one of the ladies said. “Young Alec is Lord Seregil’s ward, isn’t he?”
“For a value of ward that includes spreading his legs for his guardian,” another answered among the laughter.
There were more titters as Sir Alec smiled in a very unfilial way, and Lord Seregil dragged him to a shadowed, secluded balcony.