The Lowborn crown.

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Seraphim chuckled. “That again?” He turned his gaze toward the distant horizon. “I thought we settled this eleven years ago. What’s got your tail tied in knots, wolf?” He laughed. “You amaze me, Zephyr.” “But why?” Seraphim sighed, his voice quiet and steady. “There is no one reason. And even if there were, would that change anything?” His eyes moved toward Zephyr. “Will you question me, even after I gave my life for you?” “Seraphim…” “Don’t do this again,” Seraphim said firmly. “You’re special to me. Always have been. Promise me you’ll remain by my side, not just as a warrior, but as my brother. I value you more than the entire realm.” Zephyr’s throat tightened. His eyes stung. No one had ever spoken to him like that. “Seraphim…” “How long do you intend to listen to our conversati

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