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No fanfare. No escort. No herald bearing crests or scrolls.
Just a dark-lacquered frame pulled by pale, sweating horses and flanked by two quiet riders in the black and green of House Halrid. A third figure sat in the driver's seat, but never once looked toward the gates as they opened.
Leon watched from the stone path, arms bare, training sweat still cooling across his shoulders. He hadn't dressed for diplomacy.
He didn't care.
If they were here to inspect h ...
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