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Chapter 9 The King's Demand

Author: Ayana Stories
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The air in the lavish chamber seemed to thicken, growing heavy with anticipation. Amara had spent what felt like an eternity pacing, her mind a frantic vortex of fear and questions. The tea Maria had left was long cold, the pastries untouched, their sweetness a cruel mockery. The sun had set, painting the vast windows in bruised purples and oranges, before yielding to the deeper indigo of night. Now, only the soft glow of ornate wall sconces illuminated the room, casting long, dancing shadows that seemed to mock her isolation. Every creak of the ancient house, every distant whisper of wind, made her jump. She was a coiled spring, strung taut, waiting for the inevitable.

She didn't hear the door open, only sensed it. A subtle shift in the air, a drop in temperature, perhaps, or merely the amplified terror within her. She spun around, her heart vaulting into her throat.

He stood in the doorway, framed by the dark wood, a silhouette of power against the muted light of the hallway. Even
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