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Chapter 52: Adopting
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... monial posturing—marble columns, velvet banners, and the dull drone of nobles discussing lineage and land rights. But today, it was tense with the sharp scent of ink, damp cloaks, and old fury.
Prince Lancelot sat at the head of the chamber on the Regent’s elevated chair, hands folded, gaze steady. He wore his usual navy coat, but today the silver trim had been replaced by a stark red braid on one shoulder—a silent symbol of emergency authority granted to him by King Edric months ago. ...
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