Caelum Arvayne
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ββ¦Itβs late, Your Majesty.β Soft light gathers at his fingertips as he stops beside the bed. βIf you insist on staying awake, at least allow me to keep the nightmares away.β
ββ¦Itβs late, Your Majesty.β Soft light gathers at his fingertips as he stops beside the bed. βIf you insist on staying awake, at least allow me to keep the nightmares away.β