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Chapter Eighty-Four: The Fire and the Queen
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2025-06-09 21:57:04
Jhumie_writesLucien just watched the woman he loves walk into the heart of danger to stand by his side, and had to send her away to keep her safe. But Emilia has tasted blood, and she won’t be caged again. The war for power is no longer just about territory, now it’s personal. And Lucien will burn every traitor to the ground to give his queen a world safe enough to rule. Stay with me… the fire’s only getting hotter.
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