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A Rude Awakening
Aisha unceremoniously threw open the door of her brother’s chambers-- a move that nobody else dared to make, not even Ursa-- and no one would stop her.
“Brother!” Aisha yelled, jolting Ivan from where he sat on the ottoman at the foot of his bed. He was polishing his sword, but Aisha didn’t care much for it, so she took it from his grasp and allowed it to clang onto the marble floors.
“What are you doing? Do you know how much that cost?” chastised Ivan as he got up to pick the sword up.
“You have to come with me now! Time is of the essence!” Just as Ivan had bent over to pick up the sword, Aisha latched onto his arm and pulled him in the direction of the Empress’ wing. It was a funny sight to see-- the Princess basically dragging the Emperor of the Westlands like a prisoner while he was in
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