Chapter 94 Sword at the Prince's Throat

Corwin was at her side before she could even lean. He didn't ask if she was okay; he didn't need to. He simply placed a heavy, gloved hand on her waist, his touch a steady, permanent weight.

"The ballroom is turning on itself," Corwin murmured, his gaze scanning the frantic, shouting aristocrats. T...

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