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... hand flew to her mouth.
Princess.
How long had it been since they’d seen her?
Not just since the poisoning, or the flight through snow. Since before the end of everything. Since she was the Saintess in the Vasiliev manor, a quiet figure they were sworn to protect, then tragically failed.
Since the world believed her disgraced, replaced, and then... gone.
And here she stood. Solid. Alive. In the heart of Dawnoro’s stronghold, arm-in-arm with the lord they ...
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