The Rejected True Heiress (Liora and Callum) novel Chapter 546

Liora’s POV

I left my father’s study with the word “abdicate” still rattling around my skull and only one person in the world I wanted to say it out loud to.

The throne room looked better every hour. The doors and windows stood wide open, morning light spilling across the floor where six hundred chairs used to be, and the last of the smoke had finally given way to soap and fresh air. Students were still everywhere, righting furniture and hauling the broken pieces into a pile against the far wall. Somebody had scrubbed the dark stain on the dais down to a shadow. I tried not to look at it, although my wolf licked her chops and sneered at the sight of the victory.

Zane stood in the middle of it all with a splintered chair under each arm, arguing with a boy half his size about where the pile was supposed to go. Amy was a few feet away, directing three students with what to do with a stack of Falcon’s Reach banners that were to be burned.

She spotted me first.

“Well, if it isn’t Her Royal—”

I crossed the floor and pulled her into a hug before she could finish. She went stiff for a second before her arms came up and squeezed back twice as hard.

“Careful,” she muttered into my shoulder. “I smell like shit right now.”

“I don’t care.” I held on anyway. When I finally pulled back, I got a good look at her. The gray dress. The raw hands. The dark circles under her eyes. I reached up without thinking and ran my palm over the stubble where her hair used to be. “What the hell happened?”

She smiled wryly. “Alder happened. But it’s taken care of now.”

I huffed out a sound. “I’m sorry, Amy.”

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