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... I had to enter Duchess Talraine's garden.
And try not to end up under her heel again.
The southern gardens of House Talraine weren't just beautiful.
They were dangerous.
Wards disguised as vines. Aura traps stitched into flowerbeds. A faint, bitter fragrance that lingered in your head like a forgotten command. Everything whispered obedience in floral tones.
And her.
Always her.
Duchess Talraine didn't rule by force.
She ruled by mak ...
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