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Emeriel gasped, frozen in place as Lord Vladya’s imposing figure emerged from the door. Inching closer to Lord Ottai—he seemed the less intimidating and a preferable choice in that moment—Emeriel threw weary glances at the scarred lord. Delaying the decision only prolongs the people's pain." "The struggle for power lies between Grand Lord Vladya and Grand Lord Zaiper,” Lord Herod explained. “The latter is truly cruel and would not be of any help to the people. Boris shoved the remaining shirts up, and as his fingers finally encountered the bare, soft skin of Emeriel's belly, he pulled the two shirts over the boy’s shoulders and discarded them on the ground.