The Hidden Bride

ad never been a

rworld with ruthless precision. His enemies feared him, his allies respe

king who ruled from the shadows, unseen

time in years, some

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le

ng to cower beneath his presence. The girl who, despite being thrown into h

candle burning before it inevitably flickered out

. The dim lighting cast sharp shadows across his face, accentuating the cold sharpness of his fe

on't

as meaningless rebellion. But there was something about he

en who begged for his attention, who feared

was di

t intri

ped in. A loyal soldier, Matteo had been with him since the

observed, leaning agains

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lickered up, dar

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orenzo's lips, but th

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ad claimed her the moment she became his. She might fight,

belonged

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