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THE PALACE OF FACADE
Aeris’s pov The glass doors swung open, revealing the vast expanse of the northern throne room. My gaze immediately zeroed in on the imposing golden throne, draped with the deep velvet green that symbolized the northern territory. The room was eerily quiet, the emptiness unsettling, but I kept my steps measured as I walked in, weapons carefully hidden beneath my layers of royal attire. Arabella had ensured I was armed, yet here I was, feeling vulnerable in more ways than one. Each step echoed, reverberating in the silence, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. Why was the throne room empty? Was this some kind of game Nathaniel was playing? I wouldn’t put it past him. He always had a flair for theatrics, but I wasn’t here to play his games. No, I came here to end them.
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