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👑 Chapter Eight: A Promise of Sunlight

Auteur: Lolkirr
last update Date de publication: 2026-03-25 17:53:30

(Kiana – POV, )

The palace feels brighter today.

I don’t know why at first. Maybe it’s the way sunlight pours through the tall windows, spilling gold across the floors. Maybe it’s the laughter echoing through the halls, softer, warmer than usual. Or maybe it’s just me—waking with a strange, restless excitement I can’t quite explain.

Something is different. I feel it.

I am in the gardens when my mother’s voice calls my name.

“Kiana.”

I turn instantly, brushing my hands against my dress as
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