Hours later,
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While Beta Lucas was standing on the stone terrace, adjusting his silver-plated pauldrons with the practiced air of a man who knew he looked the part, he had no idea he had an audience... and not the kind that asked for an autograph.
Half a training yard away, framed by the jagged, menacing silhouettes of the weapon racks and a mood that could curdle fresh milk, Aria moved like a woman moments from dismantling a kingdom.
His jaw clenched tighter with every hollow, bone-deep thud of her fist against iron-wood.
In the shadows of the arched walkway, the twins, Ezra and Elias, were visibly uncomfortable.
Their fingers tapped an anxious, frantic rhythm against the cold masonry of the balustrade as they glanced at the Third Deputy Knight Commander, then back at the wh
