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Chapter 59: The Royal Ball Announcement

Penulis: Pixie Snow
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The golden morning light spilled through the tall, arched windows of the castle study, casting long beams across the polished floors and the mahogany table. Kane and Lyra entered together, their footsteps echoing faintly in the vast chamber. King Alaric stood at the head of the room, every inch the imposing ruler. His presence was commanding, his shoulders squared beneath a finely tailored navy tunic adorned with the royal crest.

Lyra swallowed her nerves as her gaze flicked to the table, strewn with maps, sealed letters, and official documents that carried the weight of the Kingdom’s affairs. Kane’s steadying hand at her back gave her a small push forward, and she drew a deep breath, holding her head high.

“Sit,” Alaric said, his deep baritone filling the space. He gestured to the chairs opposite him.

As they settled into their seats, Lyra felt the King’s sharp eyes appraising her. Though his expression wasn’t unfriendly, there was a gravity in his gaze that made her sit straighter,
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