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How the hell did she even get here?
Her mother stood by the elegantly laid dining table, dressed in a flowing dark purple gown embroidered with delicate silver threads. Her posture was poised but relaxed, and her expression was warm, her grey eyes twinkling with barely contained mischief.
The guards.
Malvoria clenched her jaw.
She had explicitly ordered the guards not to let her mother near Elysia. Not yet. Not ever if she could help it.
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