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181. The Sovereign Inheritance

Author: Frya Isaac
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-06-07 11:41:54

The heavy velvet curtains of the private bar dulled the roaring symphony of the Metropolitan Museum’s grand hall into a distant, underwater hum. Inside the dim, mahogany-paneled alcove, Lydia Hart stood completely frozen, the black velvet box resting heavily in her palms. Her fingers, adorned with the massive emerald Adrian had placed there to mark her ascension, trembled against the frayed fabric.

With a slow, agonizing breath, Lydia lifted the uncracked blue wax seal bearing the stylized H
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