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“Ms. Martin? Hello, it’s Thyra Beck.” I bit my lower lip, trying to work out what I was going to say on Harry’s phone, attempting to make the call as fast as possible while yet still being polite. “I was wondering if there’s been any word of ... well, happenings.”
“Your Serene Highness, what a pleasure to hear from you.” The woman’s voice in my ear was genuinely warm, with a slight German accent. “There are no happenings to report, I am sorry to say. The council is still set to meet in seven weeks to make a final decision about the royal family, and nothing more has been said on the subject. Except ...”
I stopped myself in midsigh, hope bursting to life inside me despite the knowledge that the Beck government had been thus far tainted by Kardom’s lies. “Oh? Something goo
