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Chapter 94: How to Slay at Seven (Literally)
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Every single one of them approaches me with the same nauseating smile and the same syrupy tone, as if their hollow praises could please me.
"Happy birthday, Your Majesty," they chirp, voices as fake as their powdered faces and twice as irritating.
It’s been exactly ten minutes since this farce began, and I already wish the ground would open up and devour the entire hall.
Ten minutes of meaningless chatter. Of cowardly nobles bo ...
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