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Clio
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I look outside the window again as we approach the palace gates, and I wish Amara was here. My heart pounds in my chest as we enter, and I quickly grab the cloak that I brought with me and wrap it tightly around myself. I don’t want anyone to see my face—not even the guards. I told Athena what I’d look like, and she instructed them to let us through.
“Wait here. I won’t be long.” I tell Malachy as he opens the door after the car comes to a stop and he asks if I’m sure. I tell him I am, and he bows. After ensuring I’ve properly concealed my identity, I make my way towards the palace, trying to blend in with the crowd, and it’s not difficult.
I may be a royal now, but my commoner ways are still fresh in my mind. The inside of the palace is just as grand as I imagine
