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I stood frozen, my breath caught in my throat. It was him—without a doubt, my father.
Alvara tightened her grip on Freyja, pulling her closer, her blade pressing against the princess’s back just in case. Freyja barely flinched in response just observing.
My father turned, his grey eyes sweeping over me before settling on Freyja.
"You seem to be in quite the predicament, Princess Freya," he said.
"Kill them," Freyja ordered without hesitation.
Alva ...
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