Chapter Twelve: Dressed like an Angel

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   “My Queen, we cannot afford it,” says Duke Fredrick; a member of the Royal Court.     “It is a proposal to be considered nonetheless,” Ericia says, raising a quizzical brow. “Though we may not have the finances to supply all the necessities now,” she adds, “we can begin gathering our resources and planning better ways to save up for such an outreach.”   The court goes into uproar as Ericia pauses. King Charles sits at the opposite end of the table, listening to the noise. Ericia raises her chin a bit, supporting her own proposal and, knowing that Rowan would not so much as raise his voice to agree with her, she doesn’t turn in his direction.     “I think she’s right,” says Prince Henry. His voice is enough to silence the room.     “What?” asks Lord Bernard, sitting beside Duke Fr

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