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The morning sky glowed pale gold as the royal carriage rolled down the forest path toward the Thomas family home. The hooves of the dark stallions struck the earth in a steady rhythm, and sunlight caught the crest of the king’s house carved into the carriage door — a symbol of power that made villagers bow as it passed. Inside, the air was thick with unspoken words. Emily sat opposite the king, her fingers twisting the lace at the hem of her dress, her heart fluttering in her chest like a trapped bird. He looked far too calm for someone visiting a family he had all but stolen from. His crimson eyes reflected the light lazily as he rested his gloved hand on the hilt of his sword. “Relax, Emily,” he said at last, voice low, almost playful. “You look as though I’m marching you to your exec
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