PREVIEW
... e room was warm.
Soft candlelight danced across cream-colored drapes. A lullaby murmured from the enchanted music box on the shelf—an old tune, laced with forgotten magic, gentle as moonlight. In the crib, swaddled beneath a quilt stitched with stars and silver-threaded moons, the youngest heir of House Rynthall slept soundly.
Her tiny fists were curled beneath her chin. Her brow furrowed ever so slightly, as though even in dreams, she found the world disappointing.
Then— ...
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