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... portly man sputtering about trade routes. The ballroom’s intricate dance of politics had begun, and Xavier intended to choreograph chaos. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶
Time to see how well these nobles handle poison in their wine.
He spotted Lord Garrett Ironhold near the ice sculptures, the man’s hawk mask failing to disguise his perpetually sour expression. Xavier approached with the easy confidence of shared misery.
"Lord Ironhold." Xavier’s voice carried just the righ ...
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