The private express carriage had returned the newlyweds to the Palace of High Spires under a shower of white rose petals thrown by thousands of celebrating citizens. Now, fifty floors above the roaring street festivals and harbor lantern flotillas, the Sovereign Master Suite in the Western Bastion was a candlelit sanctuary of pure, untouched peace. The salon had been completely restored following the midnight breach. The shattered French doors had…
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