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... osa still had not moved.
Not a twitch, not a flutter of lash or gown.
Her expression was a masterstroke of poise, a calm lake that dared the wind to ripple it. That stillness carried power, the kind that unsettled.
Ian could feel it shift in the air—the tremor beneath elegance and wine. Power once suspected now confirmed. It twisted in the stomachs of courtiers, a subtle nausea that tasted like fear.
Because now it was real.
Not just murmurs. Not rumors fr ...
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