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... side, the rose pin resting on the table like a question no one dared ask aloud.
Three days.
In three days, the crown would name her. And the court would bare its teeth.
She watched the stars. Listened to the hush of wind in the garden below. And tried to picture herself. Not as Beatrice Da Ville, not as Bea Elisha Park, but a queen-in-waiting. A symbol. A decision made permanent in public.
By the time dawn crept in across the windowpanes, she had written nothing. ...
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