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~Queen Fortuna~
It had been four days since the new concubine was locked away, and even the
air in the quarters felt different—lighter, calmer. The tension that once hung
over us seemed to fade with each passing day. Tonight, I planned to celebrate.
I didn't want to wait until after her execution tomorrow. No, I wanted the joy
now.
"Have you checked on the musicians?" I asked Angelina as I walked
through the hall, inspecting the decorations. They met my expectations, though
I wished for more color—something vibrant to brighten the space when the sun
set.
"Yes, Your Highness," Angelina bowed. "The candles are here,
and the wine is ready for tonight."
"It better be enough," I said, my gaze drifting to the locked door
of the concubine's room. It hadn't been opened since her arrest, not even for
Marissa. "Clear that room. It will remain empty from now on."
"Do you think that's wise?"
I froze, turning to glare at her. Was she losing her mind? Lately, she
