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The royal dining hall buzzed with the muted sounds of morning rituals—cutlery clinking against fine china, the rustle of napkins, and low murmurs of conversation. Constance immediately spotted Alora seated at the far end of the hall with Sebastian and Elias and she began pulling me me towards them. I knew the point of sitting with them was for Constance to continue with her taunting but I was more glad to seat with Alora. After holding my son in my arms, I wanted nothing more than to have Alora and Rome back into my life at any cost.
It was a round table of six and we were immediately served with freshly baked bread and a cup of coffee. The scent of it did nothing to tamper down the unease I felt. Sebastian sat across from me, his arm draped protectively over Alora's chair. She loo
