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... the floors by the time I returned to my chambers.
The dress clung to me like armor I couldn’t peel off. I stood at the mirror, fingers trembling as I unclasped the last pin from my hair. I had smiled through every insult tonight, every backhanded toast and whispered speculation. They thought they could break me by confirming what I already knew—that I wasn’t divine anymore.
But gods didn’t need approval to exist. And queens didn’t need permission to rule.
A knock came—so ...
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