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An older woman with white-streaked blond hair approached me, wearing a distractingly large brooch of a bumblebee on her violet dress. She dipped into a slight curtsey before me, her movements stiff. “Congratulations on your marriage, King Raith.” “Thank you, Lady Joyena.” I bowed my head to her. She was Silena’s grandmother and had always been kind to me, if a bit eccentric. I offered her my arm, and she took it as we strolled around the edge of the ballroom together. “I’m pleased you could join us tonight.” “I wouldn’t miss it. I never thought the war would end in my lifetime.” She patted my hand with her wrinkled fingers. “Your parents would be proud. My only question is, can your new wife be trusted?” “I believe so. She wants peace as much as we do.” “I’ve heard rumors she is a wiza
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