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23 Slade O n the day of the ball the palace descended into chaos. I managed to stay in my room for most of it, even though I found myself antsy and itching to be outdoors. I’d spent the past few days walking the palace grounds, trying to find some solitude with the earth and visiting the palace’s blacksmiths to remind myself of who I was. Not a prince. Not an assassin. And not a soldier either. I was an ordinary man, and all I’d wanted was a simple life in my village. Now my life was anything but simple or ordinary. I left to head out for a short walk outside to ground myself before the ball, but nearly ran into Kira in the hallway. She looked frazzled, wearing a white sparkling gown that was impossible to take my eyes off of, especially as it showed off every beautiful curve. “Kira,
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