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... tears.)
Vetra stood with the grace of mourning itself, one hand pressed to her heart as though the weight of yesterday’s losses physically pained her. Picture perfect grief, calculated down to the exact angle of her bowed head.
"Your Imperial Majesty," her voice trembled, each syllable quivering with what might have been genuine emotion if you didn’t know better. "May I speak?"
Soren gestured with one hand, his expression carved from ice. "Of course, Regent."
Reg ...
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