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... ne’s hands clenched at his sides. He’d watched as his heir carried that witch away. The words he had tried to speak still felt locked in his throat - crushed by the sheer indifference that had dismissed his very existence. That weight of intent that had looked down on everyone here.
His gaze shifted to his young sons, who he had been distracted from paying attention to by those on the stage. Their earlier eagerness to prove themselves by confronting the Goltbred girl had crumbled. Kaland ...
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