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The fire crackled softly in the corner of the room, shadows dancing across the stone walls. Alvar’s arms were a quiet fortress around me, his warmth grounding me back into reality.
"So..." I murmured, voice still hoarse, "now everyone knows that Zephyy is a dragon?"
He exhaled, smoothing the blanket over my legs with careful fingers. "Yes. But only the people of Frojnholm. The rest of the empire still believes he’s a very... spoiled cat."
A tiny, tired laugh escap ...
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