THE FIRST SPARKXENIA’S POVThe great hall was crowded that night.The council gathered as they always did — silver plates, wine goblets, and voices that spoke more about power than purpose. The hall was bright, almost harsh, but I felt none of the warmth that should have lived in such a place.I did not sit at their table. I never did anymore. Instead, I took a quiet seat near the far end, where the servants placed trays of food before disappearing back into the kitchens.It was not about pride.It was about choice.If they would not offer me a place, I would not beg for one.CATTY’S POVI was helping the servers, moving between the hall and the kitchen, when I saw Cerra watching Xenia with that cold, calculating stare of hers. She liked to pretend Xenia was beneath her, but the way she looked at her betrayed something else — fear.I noticed Lio, the kitchen boy, moving nervously along the side of the room, carrying a pitcher of water. His hands trembled, but his eyes kept darting to
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