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Chapter 13

Auteur: Leslie g
last update Date de publication: 2026-04-10 01:19:56

The conversation stopped the exact moment she appeared.

The concubines did not move immediately, but the air changed. It was almost imperceptible—their backs straightened, their hands stilled over their teacups, their gazes lowered just slightly.

Respect.

Not feigned—respect born from fear.

Lyria did not need anyone to tell her that this woman was different.

She wore an ivory gown of impeccable cut. Not extravagant, but impossible to ignore. The embroidery along the sleeves was subtle, ancient.
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