The air inside the Great Hall of Oakhaven was charged with lightning. Duke Moros backed away toward the ornamental fireplace, his hand clawing at the jeweled hilt of his rapier. Around the perimeter of the room, fifty mercenary guards leveled their heavy crossbows at King Auren and Queen Lyra, their fingers trembling against the triggers. 'Loose! Cut them down!' Moros shrieked, his voice cracking with hysteria as the azure flare…
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