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... e kind of calm patience expected of emperors while internally counting the minutes with the restraint of a child waiting for festival sweets.
This was ridiculous. I was the Emperor of Nevareth. I had negotiated treaties that shaped the fate of nations. I had faced down military threats that would have made lesser men flee. I had survived Vetra’s upbringing, which alone should have qualified me for sainthood.
And yet here I stood, nervous as a boy at his first formal dance, waitin ...
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