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    My gaze then slid to the quaking figure of the pharmacy owner, cowering on his knees. He trembled like a leaf in a gale, his pleas tumbling out in a pitiful torrent. “Mr. Harrison, I beg you, spare me! I swear on my life I know nothing!”


    A sneer curled my lip, a glint of frigid spite dancing in my eyes. “Haul him out and put an end to him.”


    My men surged forward without a second’s pause, seizing the owner and dragging him toward his doom.


    “Mr. Harrison, mercy, I implore you! Mercy!” His frantic wails ricocheted through the room, sharp and despairing, until they dwindled to nothingness beyond the threshold, leaving behind a haunting hush.


    With the grim business concluded, I eased myself back into my chair, my mind rewinding through the day’s tangled web involving the three princes. A frost settled over my features as the moments ticked by.


    I hadn’t given any letter to the pharmacy owner—someone had clearly spun a forgery from thin air. Antoni had been spot on, it seemed. The three princes’ resentment toward the Harrison family simmered hotter than I had dared to admit.


    And then there was Alden. What in the zes was afoot with him? My underlings had sworn he’d been run through with a knife, teetering on death’s doorstep—yet there he stood before me, alive and hearty.


    Had the reports been a load of hogwash? But now, with everyst witness hushed for eternity, the veil over what had truly transpired remained firmly in ce, beyond my grasp.


    The uncertainty gnawed at me, and I ground my teeth in irritation, resolving to turn my focus to the storm brewing on the horizon. The three princes’ enmity toward the Harrison family shone as clear as daybreak. We were teetering on a knife’s edge.


    To safeguard the Harrison lineage and keep our heads firmly atop our shoulders, those three princes must nevery im to the throne! The mere notion of their rule, and the havoc it might wreak upon the Harrison family, sent an icy shiver racing down my spine.


    As my mind whirled with schemes, my determination to eliminate the three princes solidified like steel in a forge.


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    “Your Majesty, don’t pin the me on me for ying a ruthless hand. After all, you never had a legitimate im to the Lycan crown. Your so-called princes? Nothing but impostors masquerading in royal robes,” I muttered under my breath, my voice dripping with scorn and steely resolve.


    I steadied my nerves, then raised my voice with a sharpmand. “Someone, get in here!”


    A servant slipped into the room with the speed of a shadow, his steps hushed as he stood before me, rigid with deference.


    I fixed him with a cial stare and asked, my tone cutting like a de, “Where is Evelyn?”


    The servant dipped his head, his voice soft yet precise. “Mr. Harrison, Evelyn arrived in Marehelm a few days ago and has been awaiting your instructions with patience.”


    A flicker of approval crossed my face as I nodded. “Well done. Fetch her to me—quietly, mind you.”


    It wasn’t long before Evelyn glided in, her footsteps as delicate as a dancer’s. She greeted me with a subtle bow, her poise impable, her voice a gentle melody. “Mr. Harrison, how may I serve you?”


    I regarded her for a fleeting moment, my voice steady as a still pond when I spoke. “Word from Antoni has it you’ve won the esteem of the three princes?”


    At my remark, Evelyn’s face stiffened for a mere instant, though she swiftly smoothed her features back into ce. With a modest dip of her head, she answered, “It’s solely due to the role I y. It’s given them a reason to show me a bit of extra respect.”


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