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Orlov v. Ursa
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2024-10-29 19:42:56Ursa had woken up the next day with a new resolve. She could not pick her brother’s side, because that would be enabling terrorism and nationalism. She couldn’t quite pick Ivan’s side either-- that would be condoning the murder of her brothers. Why did she have to choose a side? She either loses her brother or her husband.
“What if I chose myself?” she mused aloud as Cecily and Emery were dressing her for court in the morning. It was one of the few sessions left before the New Year celebrations officially commenced.
“What do you mean?” Emery asked.
“If you were stuck between a rock and a hard place, what would you do?” Ursa asked.
“Okay, okay… You’re not making any sense, even for
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