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113. Beware, Dear Consort
Author: La Mariachi
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The afternoon light filtered gently through the high lattice windows of the Crown Consort’s quarters, casting golden patterns across the marbled floor. The room was quieter than usual, steeped in a stillness that hinted at secrets soon to be spoken.

State Chancellor Sylas sat across from his niece, his posture composed, hands resting calmly on the armrests of the carved wooden chair. A low table stood between them, but no partition veil separated them—as was custom for court women and their male visitors. That rule did not apply here. Sylas was family, and family did not need to be shielded.

State Chancellor Sylas leaned slightly in his seat, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. His voice came out playful, yet tinged with that ever-calm presence he carried like armor.

"You always come around me with that frown, my dear consort," he said, eyes glinting softly. "I’ve returned now—after my long sojourn through the cities of Drakemont these past two years. I’m back, and you s
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