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Chapter 30: Heir to Trueblood

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(ELARA’S POV)

The courtyard was louder than ever.

Voices carried through different houses from early morning, servants hurried between rooms with trays and linens, and warriors stood outside the gates directing arriving packs.

Today was supposed to be about Lucian, and it seemed everyone had decided that meant the entire pack grounds needed to be turned upside down.

I stood in front of the mirror in my room while a servant adjusted the final fold of my dress, and the deep emerald fabric
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