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... . The morning air was calm and fragrant with the scents of street food and flowering trees.
In the quiet corridor of the upper-class hotel they were staying in, a light knock fell upon Alaric’s door.
It was Virellen.
She stood at the threshold with a subtle smile, dressed in her casual noblewear—simpler than her maid’s garb, but still elegant in a mischievous, effortless way.
"My father requests your presence, Master,"
She said with a bow more playful than ...
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