Chapter 15 · free to read
The ninth bell. Eleven pages, one kingdom, and a squire with a title the court had given him to make losing tidier.
Their smallest member had been called as security an hour before the argument began.
He did not argue that Astravelle deserved to live. He argued that the court had never properly served it.
The card the court had printed itself, ten chapters and one lifetime ago.
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