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... isa stood behind the Matriarch on a raised platform, trying not to fidget as hundreds of eyes stared at them. The morning sun beat down on her black hair, making her sweat under her formal robes. At least they’d given her something nice to wear instead of making her stand up here in her travel clothes.
[This is such a power move. Bringing me up here right after the assassination attempt.]
Silviana stepped forward, and the crowd went silent. She wore a flowing white dress that som ...
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