Before the royal procession stepped into the amphitheater, Tanya Thorne stood up, a shrill, mocking laugh echoing off the marble pillars of the sanctuary. "An impostor!" Tanya announced to the assembled Southern Alphas, tossing her blonde curls with brazen arrogance. "High Priestess Vespera, do not allow this farce to continue! The girl they are parading is Selene Silverwood—a nameless kitchen orphan from our servants' quarters! For three years, she scrubbed…
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