A tall man in a red summer cape walked through the estate garden. A silver circlet rested on his brow. He stopped and leaned over so that his assistant, a fair blonde woman, could wipe his forehead with a cloth.
“Our time here is ending. We traveled halfway across the empire for her,” the woman said. “She should be coming to you, king-brother.”
“You edge …
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