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sabi ni Alaric, placing a hand on the boy’s shoulder, “someday, you’ll lead. But remember—being king isn’t about being obeyed. It’s about understanding.”
“Yes, Father,” the young prince said.
Meanwhile, in her chamber, Elera brushed her daughter’s hair.
“Sweetheart,” she whispered, “they’ll see the heart of Elarion. You don’t need to be perfect. Just be kind.”
The girl hugged her mother. “I’ll make you proud, Mama.”
“You already do,” she smiled.
That evening, the royal family gathered at the balcony overlooking the ocean.
Nathaniel and Cassandra’s portraits hung proudly on the wall behind them, lit by candlelight.
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