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... behind Ivan. The room smelled faintly of smoke and old books, the firelight flickering against the carved walls. Ivan entered without a word. His steps were slow, his shoulders weighed down as though the crown on his head was made of iron.
Boris turned to face him. His expression was calm now, though earlier at the table his anger had been hot and sharp. He spoke softly, but the words carried weight.
"Did you really know about her Highness’s pregnancy back then... and chose to ig ...
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