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... s Capital. Dining Room – Morning.
The breakfast atmosphere, usually peaceful, felt like a military court martial today.
Duchess Aurelia sat at the head of the table. In front of her wasn’t food, but a mountain of colorful envelopes.
"Roland. Rhea. Rianor." Aurelia called their names in a low tone.
The three children in the Capital gulped. They knew that tone. That was the "The First Lady will not be denied" tone.
"Yes, Mom?" Roland answered, chewing his br ...
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