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Eighty three

The royal vehicle carrying Rafe and I glided smoothly through the palace gates, the clatter of dried flowers being crushed under the car’s wheels echoing in the courtyard. As we pulled to a stop, I couldn't help but feel a sense of homecoming. Despite the dangers that still lurked, the Crimson palace had become a sanctuary - a place where I could be myself without fear of judgment or reprisal.

Rafe's strong hand found mine as we alighted from the car, his touch sending a thrill of awareness up my spine. Together we climbed the steps, greeted by a group of cheering staff members who had gathered to welcome us home. Their joy was palpable, washing over me in waves that brought tears to my eyes.

"Freya! Oh, thank heavens you're safe!"

I turned just in time to be engulfed in a fierce hug from Clara, Grace, and Flo. My faithful maids clung to me, their faces wet with tears of relief. I hugged them back just as tightly, their familiar presence a balm to my battered soul.

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