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Tempest and I stand before a blue stone castle topped with dozens of golden towers. The thing looks like it fell out of a fairy tale. Tempest swings open the fancy front gates and we step inside a large reception room. This space towers two stories high and is decorated with marble archways, blue murals, and golden accents.
“What do you think?” asks Tempest.
I turn around. My gown swishes across the marble floor with the movement. It feels strange to be out of my fighting suit. However, Verus said I needed to wear a gown, so a gown it is. For his part, Tempest wears his black combat pants with a Henley.
“This is lovely,” I say. “Did you evict Cinderella to get it?”
“Not quite.” Tempest chuckles and the sound warms my heart. “One of the Chieftains gifted it to me when I became Emper
