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Chapter 113: The Quiet Before Forever

مؤلف: A.S ASHEBA
last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-11-08 23:01:07

A week after the Winter Sovereign Gala, the Hudson Valley settled into the deep, crystalline stillness of December. Snow clung to the heavy branches of the ancient pines surrounding the estate, and the river below had begun to form thin, jagged shelves of ice along its banks. Yet inside the stone and glass walls of the Vance-Cross residence, the atmosphere was one of uninterrupted warmth.

In the private dining hall a smaller, more intimate space than the grand banquet room, reserved strictly fo
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    A week after the Winter Sovereign Gala, the Hudson Valley settled into the deep, crystalline stillness of December. Snow clung to the heavy branches of the ancient pines surrounding the estate, and the river below had begun to form thin, jagged shelves of ice along its banks. Yet inside the stone and glass walls of the Vance-Cross residence, the atmosphere was one of uninterrupted warmth.In the private dining hall a smaller, more intimate space than the grand banquet room, reserved strictly for the two of them a fire burned steadily in the limestone hearth. Candles flickered along the center of the dark walnut table, casting a soft amber glow over crystal stemware and porcelain plates.Sienna Vance-Cross sat across from Alexander, wearing a deep emerald silk dress that caught the firelight with every subtle movement. Her dark hair fell softly over one shoulder, and the silver Vance locket rested neatly against her collarbone. She swirled a glass of vintage Bordeaux, her silver-grey e

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