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... ight of fear.
"A-Are you... the prince? The one from Varyndor?"
His knees hit the floor with a hard thud.
"If so, I beg your forgiveness, Your Highness... My son—he's a fool. I never should've let him near Varyndor... never."
Daemon tilted his head slightly, his expression unreadable.
"It's a little late for begging, old man. But you can start by answering one thing — the casino. What's the dress code? How do I get in?"
His voice was calm, like he ...
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