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Lara Von Roxweld didn’t flinch at the sound, but her breath hitched slightly — just enough to crack the stillness. It was the sound of containment, of luxury forged into a cage. The sound of power she had never wanted.
She stood at the threshold of rule, her boots still damp with blood, her chest still heaving with the rhythm of the field. And yet everything here reeked of perfume and old politics. The air felt thinner in the halls of inheritance. Like the palace itself sucked the ...
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