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Unfit for Crown Use

last update publish date: 2026-01-22 13:57:35

Riley POV

If there was one thing I missed about being bonded to a king, it was the advance notice.

Premonitions. Pressure shifts. That little hum in the spine that said something stupid and historically significant is about to happen.

Now?

Nothing.

Just mud on my boots, a child using my bladder as a trampoline, and the creeping sense that the world had noticed me noticing it.

Which, frankly, felt rude.

We didn’t get far before it happened.

Because of course we didn’t.

The forest thinne
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