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An Angry King
Helio’s POV I trudged down the hallway, wishing I had a hangover to justify the headache. Instead, all I had was the lack of sleep from feverish dreams about Cindra and that damned blue dress. I got to my father’s office, wondering if he was about to question me about what Kora and I had talked about in the garden or demand an update about my progress with winning the princess over. Honestly, I was pretty sure she was winning me over as a friend more than I was winning her over in any regard. The fact that she’d gotten Cindra into that dress was perhaps the best part. Having her as an ally against my father and a confidant in all this mess was a relief. I wasn’t sure if I had to keep up with all the insulting behaviors or not, but I hoped that was almost over. I caught sight of Cindra i
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