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One moment she was on the throne room, the next she was being carried away from her uncle’s body. It was a quick pass of events. Her mother was watching her, her father yelling orders while their men were restless on their feet. She saw Jacin picking up the broken glasses and Ragar looking up at his King. She rose her eyes to whoever is holding her and saw Magnus, determined to take her away. She did not struggle, she was too weak to fight back even if she wanted to stay. Asrus came to her room immediately, checking if she is in any harm. He asks her questions but she was still in shock and she cannot manage to speak. He ended up figuring it out on his own, checking her vitals and if she has any injury in sight. Suddenly, her father came barging in, red in anger. “Did you see who did