Chapter Seventy-four

Chapter 74

Brie’s POV

The night air clung heavy with the scent of pine and frost. I sat by the brazier in my private chamber, its coals glowing faintly, though no warmth reached me. At my age, warmth rarely did, yet it was not the chill of the air that made me restless, but the game I had spun, th...

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