"'That is /exactly/ what I've been saying! I mean /Grandmama/, honestly, as if the Undying Empress of Wolves and Men were some--'
The historian faltered, and he glanced back and forth between the siblings. Gabriel simply stared, blood congealing on his skin. Celene blinked once, her brow darkening. Calmed now, Jean-Francois straightened his cravat, cleared his throat.
'Apologies. Proceed.'"
— May 07, 2026 04:57PM
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