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16. "Bad manners, little prince."

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But the half-formed thought slipped away like smoke through her fingers. She was far more interested in immediate spectacle than dusty genealogy.

"Proceed, General. Strip him of that insufferable royal pride. Dress him in silk and submission. And do ensure the entire court witnesses his transformation."

Velis nodded once, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "He won't br

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  • Godless Prince   Chapter 25: The Alchemy of Betrayal

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  • Godless Prince   23. "Face them directly. Witness the purge."

    Velis stepped closer, his presence commanding absolute attention. When he spoke, his voice carried the weight of unquestionable authority."Hands behind your neck. Spine bowed. Knees apart."Caelum blinked through the lingering haze, struggling to process the command. "I—I can't—"A sharp crack split the air. The trainer's cane kissed his thigh in warning—a promise of what would come if he continued to resist."You will learn," Velis said, his tone flat and absolute. "Or bleed learning."The bridle was brought forward by one of the crimson-robed attendants—not a gag, but something designed specifically for humiliatio

  • Godless Prince   22. "You'll never be one of them,"

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