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Chapter 58_The Man Who Wants the Throne

Author: Gabby
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-09-12 15:40:10

Tahlia's POV

"Six territories, Ronan. Not two, not three. Six."

I spread the intelligence reports across the war table, each one marked with the same careful notation Cassian's contacts had gathered over the past week. Territories along the old Ashgrove borderlands, quietly pledging support to a claim most of the alliance still didn't know existed.

"That's not a rebellion," Kastor said grimly, studying the map. "That's a coalition."

"It's worse than a coalition." I traced the pattern connecting
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