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Chapter 10: Media & Pressure

The morning after the engagement unfolded like a dream painted in brushstrokes of soft gold and delicate blue, casting a gentle light over the sandstone walls of the palace. Dawn kissed the sky with fragile warmth, yet Eraya felt none of it seep into her bones.

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