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... losing behind Elysia echoed like a sharp crack in the tense silence. Malvoria remained seated, the faint smirk still playing on her lips, though her mind was already spinning.
She could still feel Elysia's presence, the tension crackling between them like a live wire, even though the princess had left the room.
She reached for her goblet, swirling the dark wine slowly, the liquid catching the soft flicker of candlelight. But before she could take a sip, she felt it—the weight of ...
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