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Stavanna’s Master sat in the brass-and-copper chair, his hands resting lightly on the armrests. “It’s almost a throne.”

“Indeed. It was sent here as a throne. I’m not surprised they locked it away.” Stavanna pulled three more pieces from her bracelets, and grabbed the first of the levers. “Without the keys, of course, it does nothing.”

“And with the keys?”

She turned one key, and pulled the corresponding lever down. “It does quite a bit. A second key, a second lever. The restraints clamped shut.

“Princess…”

“It’s just a little pain, my lord. A very little blood. Just a little.”

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