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Prince Folco was tired of the food shortage, tired of sleeping in places that did not even remotely resemble a bed and above all tired of overhearing..
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Even if the Duke believed him, his doing so would arouse Drémeadow's ire. Kiran's blood ran cold. The murder of a foreign monarch was grounds f..
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"Perhaps you intend to explain this?" Duke Ivan reached to the tallest of the piles and picked up a scroll resting across the top. He stood, reached ..
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Lindo clenched his hands in his lap. This was it. This was the part where he could not fail. He could not let Folco and everyone else down.
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hat could only mean the eighth, his birthday, had come and gone, and he’d done absolutely nothing! Then again, there were much bigger worries th..
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'And it’s my fault,' Kiran thought, 'he wouldn’t even be in so much danger were it not for me… no, but I didn’t do anything w..
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"It was unlikely, but Kiran needed to eliminate all possibilities that the nineteen-year-old was safely in the limits of the Duke’s estate befor..
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“What about you?” Lindo said, dizzy at the magnitude of the prince’s dour words. “What happens when your father finds out you..
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Lindo's eyes desperately scanned the ground, hoping for a stick or smallstone, but to no avail. His blood froze in his veins. Their luck had run out.
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Kiran did not notice their bewilderment. He stared at the scene with a sinking heart. Fragments of broken clay pots littered the ground. One large jag..
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