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Chapter 147: What Winter Brings
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... slowness as if any sudden movement might shatter the fragile glass of Ilaria’s composure.
"Your Highness," Melyn began, sitting beside her. "Letters from the South are often softened by the distance they travel. A ’winter chill’ is a common grievance, even for a Queen. It may be exactly what she said—" she looked at the letter, then back at Ilaria, "—a nuisance, nothing more."
Ilaria exhaled slowly, though it did little to settle the frantic thrumming in her chest. Her fingers ti ...
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