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... e a lash. Yet even as his voice rang with command, something treacherous flickered in his eyes at the mention of the western neighbors—and he remembered one king in particular. Was it fear, or was it perhaps fury? The distinction was razor-thin.
The crown prince leaned close, murmuring urgently into his father’s ear. Midas listened in silence, thick fingers drumming against the gilded armrest, each tap measured, deliberate. When his gaze lifted, it did not settle on Kasmeri, nor Bernard, ...
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