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CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN

Author: Abby Gale
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-17 23:16:01

Lyra’s POV

The throne room was quiet—too quiet.

Every footstep echoed like a drum as I walked in, eyes heavy with the burden of everything I was trying not to feel. I had cried myself empty. My face was probably blotchy, my eyes dull, but I held my head high as I stepped in. If they were going to humiliate me again, I wouldn’t give them the pleasure of seeing me break. Not here.

Chloe stood beside her family, her expression smug and victorious as if she had already won something I hadn’t even agreed to compete for. Her mother and father flanked her sides, all of them dressed like they’d come for a celebration, not some cruel sentence against a girl they barely acknowledged as more than dirt.

The king was seated, staring ahead with an unreadable expression. I didn’t even know what to expect anymore. Ronan had become more of a mystery than my own fate.

I stood awkwardly in the center of the room, exposed beneath their collective gaze. The air was heavy. I swallowed against the weight of
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