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... own Princess could clearly see the dark, damning evidence.
"Your Highness," Marissa spoke, her voice clear and cold, cutting through the horrified silence. "Her hands prove it. She is the one."
The Princess nodded once, her face a mask of cold displeasure. The entire, complicated situation had been reduced to this simple, ugly fact.
Before Beatrice or the Princess could even speak, Ashlyn moved. She stormed forward, her face was an expression of righteous, betrayed fury. ...
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