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"The grand princess of the Andals who wishes to steal the throne of Thornes is finally here."
Ember flicked a careless glance at Nada who though bound and blindfolded could now sense her presence. She thrashed in panic, but her bindings firmly remained in place.
She then rested her eyes on Lucien Belmore who approached her with lazy strides that brimmed with the kind of confidence the grandson of one of the most powerful men in Thalor could only possess.
Lucien walked like no weapon could ever touch him. Like he was invisible. Like he owned the world.
As he approached, Ember held her smile. "Don't you think it is too much of you to assume the Throne of Thalor is worth stealing by my standards." She drawled without malice in her tone. As if she was merely spewing raw facts.
