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Chapter Sixty-Three: Sealed in Ink, Shadowed by Enemies

Author: Lyanna Rose
last update publish date: 2026-06-15 03:11:46

The antechamber fire had burned down to embers by the time the summons came. Two hours had stretched into three, the muffled voices of the council seeping through the stone walls like water through cracks. Natasha had spent the time standing at the narrow window, watching snow begin to fall over the Northern stronghold's outer courtyard.

Seraphine had been right. Freya had spoken freely during the wait, more freely than Natasha expected from a politician of her caliber. Ragnar, she explained, w
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