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... et go of my hand and strode forward, cloak swishing dramatically like some winter god descending from the heavens. He stopped right in front of Sirella and Crown Prince Arden.
He said something. Something very smooth. Something very Grand-Duke-y.
I wanted to hear. Really, I did. But they were too far, and my ears were tragically mortal.
What I did catch, though, were the reactions.
Arden’s eyebrow twitched. Sirella’s smirk cracked like old porcelain. And both of t ...
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