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35 The Pardon

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Cassandra’s POV

The room was alive with movement.

I sat on the edge of the bed, watching as my things were carried from one chamber to another. Maids hurried in and out, arms laden with dresses, jewellery cases, and the stacks of books I had stubbornly clung to even when I had left Richard’s palace. Each item vanished into Arden’s room, our room now.

The thought made my stomach twist in two directions at once. Excitement pulsed through me, yes, but nerves tangled themselves around every heartbeat. To share space with him so openly, to have no division between his life and mine, it felt like stepping across a threshold that had no return.

I smoothed the blanket beneath me with restless fingers. The television flickered across from me, voices rising and falling, the sharp tone of reporters filling the otherwise quiet chamber. I had turned it on hours ago and hadn’t been able to bring myself to switch it off.

Because today, everything would be decided.

Today, the court would decide what
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Marlenny Fernandez
So the king is going to sweep it all under the rugs
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