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Chapter 22: Against Instructions
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2026-07-20 05:00:00Aria's POV
I lasted forty seven minutes in the east wing.I counted them.Not because I had a timepiece but because I had developed, over twenty two days in this palace, a reasonably accurate internal sense of time passing — calibrated against the guard rotations and the quality of light through the windows and the specific rhythm of the building's overnight sounds. Forty seven minutes of sitting on the edge of my bed in my chambers with my hands in my lap and the p
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Hello, my lovely readers! ❤️I hope every one of you is doing well and staying safe. Before I say anything else, I just want to take a moment to thank you from the bottom of my heart for being here, for clicking on my story, and for choosing to spend your precious time reading something I created. Whether you've been here since the very first chapter or you've just recently joined this journey, please know that I appreciate every single one of you.Writing this story has been one of the most exciting and rewarding experiences for me. Every chapter I write carries a little piece of my imagination, my emotions, and my effort. Seeing your comments, theories, reactions, encouragement, and support always puts a smile on my face. Some days, when I'm tired or overwhelmed, reading your messages reminds me why I started writing in the first place. Thank you for laughing, crying, getting angry, and falling in love with the characters alongside me.Today, I wanted to leave this little note becau
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