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... ow of lanterns, casting golden light across the king's vast private chamber.
King Rewalt reclines on a mountain of velvet cushions, his tunic half-undone, the glint of sweat on his chest betraying the weight of his recent frustrations. His fingers lazily trace the curve of the woman straddling his lap—one of his favorite concubines, a raven-haired beauty.
She leans into him, her lips trailing across his throat, her voice a soft purr. "Let me take the burden from your mind, my kin ...
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