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I was meant to be invisible—an accessory to my father’s presence, a courteous shadow brought along to soften negotiations. And yet, from the moment King Baldwin’s gaze lifted, I felt it settle on me like a misplaced thought.
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@pookiesuperstarThe great hall of Jerusalem burned with torchlight, though the sun still hung heavy and gold beyond the arched windows. Marble columns rose like pale bones toward the vaulted ceiling, and the air was thick with incense, oil, and the low murmur of a court holding its breath.
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