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... by the ragged, terrified sobs of Lady Jane.
The council members stared, their mouths agape, at the Crown Prince who stood over his mistress like an executioner.
Jane curled into a ball on the cold marble steps, her hands clutching her torn dress. Her mind was a whirlwind of panic.
"What is he going to do to me?" she thought, her heart hammering against her ribs. "He knows. He knows I tried to kill Marissa. But why drag me here? Why in front of the King? Why call me a trai ...
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