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... back on the sofa, a table in between them, while Azariah's hand, hidden beneath, rubbed his bracelet.
Azariah stared at him for a while, blinking in confusion.
The guards standing behind the prince subtly took out their weapons, prepared in case things gets heated.
"Pardon, the fuck did you just say?" Azariah finally questioned, eyes narrowing, his breath misting in the cold air.
It was spring in this part of the continent, but due to the proximity of the Malycia ...
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