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CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND TWENTY-THREE

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EMMELINE

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The courtyard, the very place where Darius had almost bled out, was being transformed. The dark stains had been scrubbed from the stones, and now our people were stringing up garlands of evergreen and white moonpetal flowers. Benches were being set out, a low platform was being erected. They were getting ready for Valen’s official naming ceremony. A celebration of life in a place that had so recently been a testament to death.

The irony wasn’t lost on me.

We were going to hold this ceremony, dammit. The Council and their veiled threats, their insulting letters, their silent, ominous disapproval—none of it was going to stop us. This was our victory. This was our son. We were going to celebrate him, and we were going to do it in the open, under the sky, for all to see. It was a declaration. A big, fat middle finger to the people who wanted us to hide him away in shame.

But my goddess, the anxiety was a living thing inside me, a cold snake coiling in my gut.

I stood on a
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