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"Guards." He never raised his voice. Never looked at Danika for once.

'"Your Majesty!" Three guards behind him answered at the same time, stepping forward.

Dread filled Baski. Whatever it is he has to say made her so scared. New tears filled her eyes. "Please, Lucien... Please..."

He didn't spare her a glance. "Take the slave to the dungeon. I, King Lucien