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Chapter 37: The Omega's Heart

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Flora stood in the shadows of the Princess’s chambers, her heart aching with a confusing mix of emotions. She had felt the Hunt, a strange, distant sensation, a connection to the King that was both a blessing and a curse. She had felt his frustration, his determination, the weight of his duty. And she had felt the moment of his defeat, a sharp, stabbing pain in her chest that was a mirror to his own.

She didn’t know the details. She didn’t know who had won, or who had lost. She only knew that t
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