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Aishela slowed 、his 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗱 settling in the quiet between their steps. She turned slightly 、studying the audacious curve of his sneer with a calm that neither resisted nor yielded. For a moment her gaze lingered —— thoughtful .. almost amused.
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a panoply of options had been granted, yet the unquenchable appetite of his monarchy dictated his answer, both clandestine in intent and predestined in expectation.
“ I am king ; so show
them 𝗔͟𝗟͟𝗟͟ to me, aishela. ”
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“ But if a king insists on seeing everything .. ” A brief glance over her shoulder met his golden arrogance without flinching. “ .. then he must also accept what those doors reveal. ” Making her way through .. passing by the workers and gesturing.
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