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... in his eyes as he looked at the weapon, and there was an emotion that Ludwig knew more than anyone in this room.
Envy.
Ludwig couldn’t smile, thought he wanted to.
The prince’s desire was visible, raw, and almost embarrassing in its simplicity. It wasn’t admiration for craftsmanship. It wasn’t respect for history. It was the childish certainty that power belonged to whoever grabbed it first.
Ludwig kept his expression neutral because smiling would be interpreted a ...
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