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Silent Streams
“I’m not going anywhere.”
The Prince Father didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t bow either.
The Queen Matron moved.
One moment she was seated; the next, her hand struck him with brutal precision. The blow lifted him off his feet. He crossed the chamber in a breathless arc and slammed into a marble column, the impact echoing like a cracked bell.
He slid to the floor and did not rise.
No one spoke. No one rushed to him. The Queen Matron withdrew her hand and settled back into her seat, already finished with the matter.
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