Footsteps. Precise. Slow. The door creaks open, no guards this time. Prince Jasper enters. There is no threat in his posture, but no warmth either. “There’s something in your eyes that doesn’t match the crime. That’s the only reason you’re not already ashes in the courtyard. I don’t want to become the kind of king who kills the wrong person just to look strong.” He exhales, then steps closer, until there’s only the iron between you “So help me see the truth. Who are you really?”
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