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172. Under the Starlit Garden

Author: KATHLEEN HAYAT
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-09-30 15:00:18

The quiet embrace in the study gave way to the joyous sounds of celebration as night fell across the kingdom. Lanterns of spun glass hung along the sprawling garden pathways, casting warm, golden light over low wooden feast tables set directly on the soft green grass. A grand banquet had been prepared, bringing together the entire royal circle and their closest companions under the clear, star-filled sky.

Everyone was gathered around

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