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Ivy: I stood on the staircase in armor as flashes of last year's games replayed in my mind. Nine contestants had gathered here, each as scummy as the previous year's contestants, all of them only here for one thing: the right to my kingdom. I watched as they mingled on the dance floor with the unmated females, eating and drinking their merry hearts out, oblivious to the danger that awaited them. I made my way to the stage just as my father Cassius prepared to make a speech about how tonight a party would be held, and tomorrow there would be a rest, then the games would begin, and instead, I stopped him, taking the microphone from his hand. In his confusion, he played along. "My name is Ivy Grimm, future alpha of Clearwater. Last year, I was the lone survivor of The Royal Games. I do