TWO. 8

Emeriel stared at him, her mind reeling. Her jaw slack in disbelief.

"I-I don't know what to say. Th-Thank you, Your Highness," she finally managed to stammer out.

"Do not thank me." He picked up a jeweled goblet from the desk, staring at it distractedly. "Let's be clear. This is a temporary repr...

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