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Chapter Twenty Nine: Kneel for the Dynasty

مؤلف: Amara Story’s
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I looked from one face to another, waiting for someone; anyone—to laugh and admit this was some kind of prank.

But Nobody did.

My heart began pounding so hard that the pressure started hurting. “What did you just say?” I whispered, the sound of my question felt faint.

Arthur slowly straightened, his expression which was not usually solemn became so towards me.

“I said,” he repeated carefully, “that you are the last surviving daughter of the Caelthorne Dynasty.”

“No.” I immediately shook my h
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