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Chapter 15- Message From The Crown

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Elara’s POV

I barely had a moment to gather my thoughts before Celene’s summons arrived.

A maid appeared in my doorway, her face pale with apprehension, bowing so quickly that her braid swung forward.

“Your Highness… the Princess Regent requests your presence right away.”

Not “invites.”

Not “asks.”

Requests.

A chill spread through my stomach.

Of course, she wanted to see me after the embarrassment in the library, Morgana’s predatory stare, the hushed whispers from the nobles, Damon coming to my rescue like a knight in shining armor. Celene must have been fuming.

I adjusted my dress, squared my shoulders, and followed the maid down the gleaming stone halls.

Every footstep felt like a countdown.

By the time we arrived at the small council chamber, Celene’s private space...my palms were clammy.

The maid bowed once more and retreated as if the room were ablaze.

I stepped inside slowly.

Celene stood with her back to me, gazing out the tall windows that framed t
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