Kalista hurried across the courtyard, in a blind panic. She had forgotten the Lady Morgana’s finest dress. A gorgeous midnight gown, overflowing with sequins. Kalista’s tim, trái tim thudded in her chest. If she Mất tích it, the King’s fury would know no bounds. Rushing straight into the castle, she skidded outside the old court physician’s chambers. Gaius was ancient and wise but still had a mischievous glint in his eye. Kalista rapped on the wooden door, hopping with impatience. Worry was consuming her with every passing moment. Gaius’s kind tones hadn’t reached her ears yet so she sped to...
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