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... ial Palace—Throne Corridor of Immediate Aftermath]
Theon ran like his entire bloodline depended on it.
And honestly? It probably did.
Papa was still frozen in place, his expression somewhere between Did I hear that right? and time to declare war on Theon. Marella and Nanny stood clutching their hearts like they were holy relics. Lady Evelyne looked like she wanted to vanish into a tea kettle. And me?
I was still smiling.
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