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Seven

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last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-07-06 21:06:53

Chapter 7

Damian’s POV

I have sat through a hundred dinners like this one.

Political dinners. Alliance dinners. Grief dinners, celebration dinners, dinners where the food is irrelevant and everything on the table is theater — the right wine, the right seating arrangement, the right amount of laughter at the right moments. I learned how to perform them before I was old enough to understand why performance was necessary. My father taught me. Sit straight. Speak when spoken to. Never let them see
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