"So," Liza whispered, "Do you think this party will be our last?" she leaned away from Snow's shoulders but returned when she had picked the red burry sitting on one of the flat stainless plates. The cupbearer had refilled the wine and the in-laws of the royal house were all struggling to get the red burry that was some paces away from the King and his Queen.
Chapter 167 - CHAPTER 166
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