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For a moment, I couldn’t move. My heart was thudding loudly against my ribcage, and I was sure that my face was drained of color. The Princes along with Lady Dimera had walked back to the throne room as soon as I had been summoned. Why would the King summon me? Surely he had other important matters to attend to. Or perhaps the Prince wanted to show me to him like he had been saying. A part of me was stung by the thought, the way they saw me as nothing but a prize that Eragon had won. "Arrelia, the guards are waiting." Maria shoved me a little towards the throne room, and I stumbled slightly before regaining my balance. Prince Draco was watching me carefully, the lazy smile still on his lips. Every flicker of his eyes over my body made my skin crawl. I’ve never been one to judge, but I c
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