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The throne room was occupied, with the Royal family and the Royal Statesmen. They had been seated like that for a solid twenty-five minutes, waiting for Haile. But she hadn’t showed up even after the Emperor had sent countless people to go get her. He had run out of patience. “Let me go get her myself.” The Empress told her husband whose face had already lost its original structure to dissatisfaction. The doors were flung open the same time the Empress got up, and Princess Haile sauntered in with a couple of guards behind her. She was almost glorious in a black, leather robe and silk pants that peeked through the length of the robe. Master Poja was absent. “You’re late,” the Emperor said, not regarding them. “What manner of etiquette is that? Is that how irr
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