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... ng>"Your Majesty, the princess is born."
The words grated against my ears, dragging me from the only peace I had—sleep.
I opened the door to find an insignificant maid kneeling on the cold stone floor, her head bowed so low I could barely see her face. At her feet, wrapped in a thin blanket, lay a bundle. Small. Quiet. Breathing.
"What did you say?" My voice was low, dangerous.
The maid flinched, her hand ...
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