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Hugh stared at the rising suns, trying to summon the strength to face another day on Ellandria.
He headed down to breakfast, dreading the idea of dealing with his extended family.
His guards followed closely behind, as did Cleo.
He glanced down at his kittara and smiled. At least I won’t have to face them alone.
“Shall we?” he asked her, then marched into the dining room.
To his great relief, Adirah was nowhere to be found.
Hugh gazed about cautiously, just to be sure, feeling the weight of other eyes upon him as he joined the gathering.
Dagmar glanced up from his papers. “Are you feeling better today, Prince Hubert?”
“Somewhat. I am still adjusting to my new…memories.”
He reached for a griddle cake, but the poison tester beat him to it.
“A moment, Sire.”
After tasting every
