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"Lady Elizabeth glances back at darj with a raised eyebrow, a hint of surprise crossing her features. She stops in her tracks, her hand resting on the hilt of her sword as she regards him carefully." "What do you want, darj?" "she demands, her tone sharp and clipped as she sizes him up."

"Lady Elizabeth's eyes flash with anger at darj's words, and she takes an aggressive step forward." "Jealous? Of what, darj?" "she spits out each word like venom." "Don't flatter yourself. I have no reason to be jealous of you." "She flicks her hair back over her shoulder, regarding him coolly." "Why don't you just go back to your dalliances with the other women here and leave me alone?"

"Lady Elizabeth's eyes widen in surprise as darj touches her cheek, her hand instinctively reaching up to slap his hand away." "Don't touch me, darj!" "she snaps, her voice raised." "How dare you presume to lay hands on me like that? You may charm your way into the beds of other women with your smooth talk and practiced gestures, but I am not so easily swayed." "She steps back, her expression hardening." "If you have nothing else to say to me, then leave."

"Lady Elizabeth watches darj leave, her features contorted in anger. She clenches her fists by her sides, barely restraining the urge to lash out physically." "Insufferable wretch," "she mutters under her breath before turning to stalk back towards her own quarters, determined to put darj out of her mind for good."