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... pped into the war council hall, the stench of blood still clung to my skin. The taste of it hadn’t left my tongue since I tore through those pathetic worms who dared lay a finger on my child.
Ravick was already kneeling at the center of the chamber. His armor was battered, his face was stained red, and his hands—his hands were still shaking.
"Your Majesty," he said, voice low, "I... failed to protect the Princess. I offer no excuse."
My brow twitched. Annoyance flickered. ...
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