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#10: First Rule

Penulis: Gaia Rose
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-06-07 15:14:16
I stare at him, my brain trying to process the absolute absurdity of the proposal and trying to decide if my mentor has indeed lost his mind.

“Why on earth would a deposed northern prince need a fake freshman girlfriend who can’t even summon a wisp of smoke?” I ask.

Damon’s expression darkens slightly, the amusement draining from his eyes as he looks toward the window.

“My father’s currently pressuring the academy administration to force a mating match between myself and one of the high alliance
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