My Fated Mate Is the Scarred Beggar King

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and rot. This was not the boy who once took

andered into the market, where I saw royal guards

and knelt in the dirt

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From the high, vaulted ceiling, crystal chandeliers dripped a ho

to glow. Its incandescence would reveal the tr

dest daughter of the Gamma. Though bred for the battlefield, tonight I had exchanged my c

ng was prof

eaf-rot reached me, a fine, violent tremor ran up the base of my spine, the hairs on my nape standing erect beneath the velvet collar of my gown. This scent triggered no pull, n

hur. A cold certain