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... assins.
Dawn barely cracked over the throne room windows. Glyphlight flickered overhead, lazy and dim. The MILFs were still asleep in their chambers after another night of fittings, aura syncs, and whispered threats of bridal chain punishments.
I sat slouched on my throne, half-awake, flicking through Sovereign Thread quest nodes.
[Exposure: 128%. Calm. Quiet.]
A flicker in the system caught my eye.
[Threat Pulse Detected – Throne ...
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