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Chapter One Hundred and Eight

Scarlett’s POV

The aroma of freshly cooked delicacies wafted through the palace corridors as I made my way towards the grand hall. The vibrant tapestries that adorned the walls seemed to come alive with each step, telling stories of generations past. My thoughts swirled like the patterns in the fabric, a mixture of anticipation and anxiety. As I approached the entrance to the King's hall, my heart quickened its pace.

The imposing double doors, intricately carved with scenes from ancient battles and victories, swung open to reveal the King's domain. The hall was bathed in a warm, golden light that filtered through stained glass windows. Massive chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting a soft glow over the room. At the far end of the hall, the throne awaited its occupant.

My footsteps echoed against the marble floor as I walked, each one echoing my rising apprehension. As I neared the throne, I caught sight of the King, his presence commanding and regal. He was clad in rich, dark robe
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