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CHAPTER 17: THE RING

作者: LisaWrites
last update 公開日: 2026-07-07 00:09:11

The words settled over the ballroom like a weather change.

Too small-minded and too malicious to ever be a King.

Two hundred people heard it. Two hundred people absorbed it. And two hundred people did what crowds always do when power speaks — they accepted it, filed it away, and adjusted their understanding of the woman in the outdated dress accordingly.

Seraphina heard it too.

She stood in the middle of the ballroom with the shattered glass still catching the chandelier light at her feet and t
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