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... he Crown Prince. The air in the room felt thick, suffocating, as the prince’s golden eyes bore into him, cold and unfeeling. Sevian had always dreaded these encounters, the sheer weight of the prince’s presence pressing down on him like a heavy stone. His voice came out meek and hesitant.
"All the servants... they’re tight-lipped, Your Highness," Sevian finally said, swallowing hard.
The Crown Prince leaned back in his ornate chair, his expression unchanging, though a flicker of ...
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