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Autor: bluemorose
last update Fecha de publicación: 2024-07-21 18:15:40

*Lady Funda*

“You won’t believe the day I’ve had!” ”Funda didn’t knock and just burst in. Her voice carried over the room and seemed to stun the men inside momentarily.

But as they realized it was only her, Charles lowered his brows.

“Must you be so loud?” He grumbled, but Funda ignored the comment. She was pretty used to her frumpy husband.

And besides, he will change his tune as soon as he knows why. Funda shimmied with joy.

“I trust you had a good walk, Mother?” Mykhol mused. “Did somethin
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  • Will Bear the Moon   Chapter 108 Prt. II Broken Shield

    *Bruno*The courtroom felt like an ice-sealed tomb—stone and shadow breathing with a cold so precise it could slice flesh from bone. The long, hollow windows sweated a chill that crept across the air like invisible talons, gripping tighter with each passing moment.Only two figures stood illuminated in the dying candlelight.Like fire and ice.Sir Bruno versus the Black Knight.Mykhol still loomed over him, close enough that Bruno could taste him in every inhale—pepper and something dark, wine-rich and choking. His hand remained near Bruno’s face for a beat longer than necessary, rings catching the last restless flickers of torchlight, as if he were unable to pull himself back. Too tempted to savor this moment where Bruno couldn’t retreat.Bruno’s lip throbbed once more, where Funda had struck him; the wound sealing up now, healing, but the dried blood dragged at his skin like a reminder branded into his very being. He held himself still, jaw locked, palms stinging where his nails had

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    *Anastasia* "Sir Pendwick," I manage, steadying my voice even as my stomach plummets like a stone dropped from the palace tower. The muscles in my face move by habit, not ease—a mask I've worn countless times sliding into place. I force the corners of my mouth to lift, polite but not too warm—just

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    *Ana*My feet throb with each step, twelve dances already behind me and who knows how many still to come. I press my painted smile wider as Lord Arden finally releases my hand."Please," I say, the muscles in my cheeks aching from hours of practiced pleasantries. "Enjoy the party, Lord Arden."My f

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