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... that followed my words could have shattered glass.
The nobles froze. Some gasped behind silk-gloved hands. Others glanced at the Emperor.
But my eyes never left the maid.
She sobbed now—finally realizing that this wasn’t just some royal formality. This wasn’t a slap on the wrist and exile. This was blood. Mine. Hers. And the price she was about to pay.
The Emperor didn’t speak for a long time. He just studied me—cold, calculating, as though weighing a new weapon ...
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