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The First Coronation Trial
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2026-08-02 08:40:32Haydee
The Rite did not only ask me to marry. It asked me to judge.
They called it the Trial of Mercy, though there was little mercy in its design. On the third morning they cleared the judgement floor, set the Moonstone at the head of it breathing its cold light, and brought me three prisoners in chains, one from each of the three packs whose Alphas wanted to wed me. Every soul in that hall understood the true test. It was not the prisoners being judge
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