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... day.
The long table had been set with pale linens and trimmed with fresh winter blooms, white narcissus, silverleaf, and small yellow blossoms that brightened the cold. A fire crackled gently at the far end of the room, casting soft light over the polished crystal and gold-rimmed dishes.
Beatrice sat at Francois’ right. Lila, across from her, leaned back in her chair like she’s watching another puppet show.
Queen Cecile sat at the head of the table, as composed as ever. K ...
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