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Barbarian: Chapter Sixteen

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last update Tanggal publikasi: 2025-11-30 22:00:32

“My lady, Princess Dana is dead.” The man bowed so low that his voice almost disappeared into the marble floor. His shoulders shook, not from sadness, but from fear.

No one liked to stand before Lady Morwen when death was involved, especially when she was the one who arranged it.

Lady Morwen raised the cup in her hand and drank calmly, the corners of her lips lifting into a slow, satisfied smile. She set the cup back down and waved her hand gently, dismissing the man like he was nothing more
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