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Chapter 3 The Arrival

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last update publish date: 2024-12-25 00:19:26

*Nicoli*

“Mother,” Nicoli barely spoke, short of breath, as he rounded the stairs. His mother already on her way down, with Julia in close tow.

“You shouldn’t run, Nicoli. ” Belinda reprimed with a slight shake of her head, “it’s unbecoming of a Monarch.” But she stopped as if to wait. Seeming to want him to join her side. Something Nicoli had no problem doing.

Because Nicoli knew what she really wanted. And he moved without needing to be asked. Taking her hand into the crook of his arm, it e
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