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Vaelia

Oh,  finally , this day has come.

Voktor does not deserve his head. The moment Drezhan says it, satisfaction spreads across my face in the form of a smirk.

Voktor drops to his knees, bowing so low his forehead nearly touches the ground. " Please, Vors, " he pleads, his voice shaking. " I didn't just hit her out of nowhere! She came for me! Look at my head—she threw a damn stone at m