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... noon sun spilled across the marble of the imperial palace, turning the dewdrops clinging to the hedges into scattered gems. My steps were measured, but my mind was elsewhere—on the reason I was heading to His Majesty’s office.
And then I saw her.
Lavinia walked out of the room, arms stretching lazily as if shaking off the weight of the work. A soft, almost petulant mumble left her lips—
"Papa is torturing his precious daughter..."
She looked so careless. So unawar ...
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