The palace halls that had been grim and dark, reflecting all of the darkness and the natural fear that the prestigious Vahrenhal palace normally had, was suddenly lit up.
Torches blazed into the night, and flowers bloomed bright in the large decoration circles. The palace walls carried deep scents and immaculate celebration feelings, and the servants had the small glow embedded on their faces.
King Lucan was about to wed.
A large feast had been set, food from the most prestigious cooks laid out for the most prestigious guests, expensive food items, and the rarest breeds.
"No," echoed a voice in the shadows, her body shaking lightly as she went from back to front.
"No," Claude said again, her chest heaving, tears filling her eyes.
She was sitting on the dungeon floor, the noises in her head get……
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