As Jazell made her way down the hallways, her hair brushed lightly against her neck, framing her face like a veil.She was wearing a blue gown with long, flowing sleeves, and cinched at the waist was a belt-like design with intricate golden embroidery that shimmered faintly under the rays of the sunlight streaming in from the tall windows.Not a single wrinkle marred her face; it was smooth, flawless, and marble-calm. Her chin remained lifted as she walked, posture carved into every stride.She approached Ragaleon's chambers, and the guards stationed before the door stepped aside at once, bowing low in practiced courtesy.Her chin remained lifted. Not once did her gaze falter; she stared straight ahead, unbothered, not even caring to acknowledge the guards.Without breaking her stride, she swept past them and entered Ragaleon's room, the doors closing behind her.The first thing her eyes landed on was Micah, seated on a chair beside Ragaleon's bed, quietly watching him sleep.He looke
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