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... elt like a pulse in Aiah’s chest, steady, rhythmic, almost calming.
She took a slow breath as her feet touched the crimson carpet, the rich fabric flowing gently beneath her sandals. Her ceremonial robe, a blend of deep crimson and gold, rested lightly on her shoulders. It was heavier than she expected. Not because of weight. But because of what it meant.
Queen.
The word still felt distant.
She didn’t glance behind her, but she could feel their presence. Didi at h ...
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