Cursed by the Dark Prince
She restrained herself, letting the threads of magic remain silent, subtle, ready to strike only if absolutely necessary.
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A servant approached Kael’s goblet, bowing low with practiced grace. Elara’s heart leapt. A faint shimmer beneath the servant’s cloak caught her eye—quick, almost invisible, but undeniable. Her magic flared instinctively, sending a ripple of light around the goblet, diverting the poisoned liquid into the crystal without spilling a drop. The servant froze, eyes wide, before smoothly continuing their service as if nothing had happened.
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