POV: King Kael Ashgrave
The second song was worse than the first.
I felt it the moment Lucan Verrel's fingers touched the strings, a soft, sweet pressure at the back of my skull, like warm water poured into a cracked cup. The melody wound through the square in slow, silvery ribbons, and the crowd swayed with it, eyes glazed, l……
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