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Two daughters of the Cruz house being wed on t
f deafening brass and festive clamor, my carriage finally rolled to
ed away, replaced
chestrated by the hands of Q
edridden, his marrow devoured by the frost of dra
isturb his fragile rest, the Queen had ensured that
ce the arrival of the dragon's bride. The estate's courty
The vibrant velvet pooled around my feet, its golden-thread embroid
ace, restricting my vision to the crude,
a ceremonial car
the corners of my lips beneath th
ediately caught my arm to steady me
ld of the estate, making my way toward the grand hall. Behind me followed
d my path. Six stern-faced dowagers flanked the doorway, t
e daughter. It should have commanded the utmost reverence. But to certain pow
useless, dragonless sacr
d draped in a fine fur-lined cloak, her chin raised in arrogant disdain. "Passing over the flames wards off ill omens,
ove
It was a staggering two feet wide and nearly ten f
ild boar onto it, the scent of searing flesh would fill the air instantly. Yet t
pig, or did she mistake me for a
she glared at Martha Hayes. "Who could possibly step over a
Martha snapped, her brow furrowing with deep displeasure.
glowing red with heat, and you dare suggest walking across it? Would you cross it? My lady wears silk sl
te under the direct authority of Queen Corrin Frazier! We were tasked with managing
a fierce step forward, utterly unafraid of the Queen's hounds. "Why don't you venerab
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