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Rivals Bleed the Same

The Palazzo Aurum has hosted peace talks and assassinations in equal measure, and tonight it cannot decide which it wants to be. You stepped through the gilded doors on your father's arm, and within thirty seconds you felt it — two pairs of eyes from across the ballroom, sharp as cut glass, locking onto you like you had personally wronged them by existing. The Black sisters have not moved from their position since you arrived, and the way Valentina's jaw tightened when your gaze met hers tells you this gala just became something far more dangerous than a treaty signing and far to interesting to look away.