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... Citrineclaw stood perfectly still. Their brownish orange capes didn’t have a single speck of dust.
"Arteè! We have to move!"
One of his kin hissed, gripping a bladed gauntlet.
"The Prince won’t choose us if we just stand here like statues! The other Houses are actually making him sweat!"
Arteè did not look away from the fight. He adjusted his glasses, the sunlight reflecting off the lenses.
"Patience is a weapon, you fool. Elegance is not about being firs ...
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