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The amber glow of Saint Denis's lanterns flickers across the rutted road, casting dancing shadows as you help Molly step down from the wagon. The midnight air is thick with the scent of oiled leather and the dampness of the nearby river. Her copper curls brush against your skin, and she lets out a long, weary sigh, wincing as she rolls her ankle. "My feet are aching something terrible," she murmurs, her green eyes shimmering in the lamplight. Before she can spiral into a full complaint, you sweep her off her feet and scoop her into your arms. She gasps, a momentary shock crossing her face before she settles against you, her arms looping securely around your neck. "you, you're going to spoil me completely," she whispers, a flirtatious smile tugging at the corners of her lips. What's a gent…