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~Fridolf's POV
I watched him go, the door closing behind him with a soft thud. I leaned back in my chair, smiling to myself, my fingers drumming on the wooden table. Everything was moving exactly as I had planned. Every single piece was falling into place, as though the Moon Goddess herself stood behind me, guiding my steps.
"Finally," I muttered under my breath. "Finally, the palace will see who truly deserves power."
I rose to my feet, pacing across the chamber, my thoughts brimming with excitement. My laughter slipped out, low at first, then louder, until it echoed against the walls.
At that very moment, the door creaked open. I turned, and my eyes fell on Belinda.
She looked stunning, dressed in a long, flowing gown of deep emerald, her hair cascading over her shoulders like dark silk. She walked in slowly, her heels clicking against the stone floor, her lips curved in a knowing smile.
