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Maxon
I walk up to the fancy wooden doors to G’s formal reception chamber. A knight stands on either side of the entrance. Both wear golden armor. Before I have a chance to greet them or even knock, the door swings open.
“Maxon, my boy!” G kisses my cheek. She’s in her full-bore thrax Queen get-up today. Black velvet dress, tiara, the whole deal. She’s even gotten her gray hair braided into a fancy bun.
“You look great, G.”
“As do you.” Her mismatched eyes get all sparkly with excitement. “You wore your formals.”
“I was in the mood.” Normally, I never wear my princely get-up if I can avoid it. Today, I know G summoned me here to talk about Lianna. Feels like I’m respecting Lianna to get dressed up.
G fixes the guards with a look that could melt lead. “No interruptions, do you und
