(Aadhira’s POV)
The ballroom air had grown thick with perfume and politics. I slipped away during a toast, weaving through guards and whispers until I found the old marble balcony overlooking the palace gardens.
(Aadhira’s POV)
The ballroom air had grown thick with perfume and politics. I slipped away during a toast, weaving through guards and whispers until I found the old marble balcony overlooking the palace gardens.
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