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The council droned on.
Trade routes. Salt exports. Borders. Endless words.
I sat on the imperial throne—spine straight, fingers resting against carved obsidian armrests—yet my thoughts were not on the hall.
They were five days away.
On a battlefield.
On my daughter.
Theon cleared his throat, continuing his report as if the fate of the continent depended on it:
"If the Princess secures Meren, Your Majesty, Eloria wi ...
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