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2025-06-10 19:12:48Seraphina’s POV
“About this mutual enemy of Ambrosius and me—how much can you tell me?”
She didn’t answer right away.
Instead, she returned to the armchair and folded her legs beneath her, thoughtful. “There’s more than one,” she said finally. “But if you’re asking who could’ve encouraged Diantha to act the way she did… I have a few names.”
I sat across from her, trying not to let my impatience show.
“Start with the most likely.”
Linnea nodded. “Ever heard of Corwin Riddle?”
I frowned. The name was vaguely familiar. “His uncle?”
“Second uncle. Ambrosius’s father’s side. Technically still part of the main family, but politically distant. He’s part of the Elders’ Circle now—youngest ever appointed, but not for lack of ambition. He’s always resented Ambrosius’s ris
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