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The Queen's Gambit | ACOTAR
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  • Reads 7,242
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  • Parts 32
  • Time 6h 30m
Ongoing, First published Sep 25, 2024
"I can do as I wish - he is my prisoner. And if someone has an issue with that...then they're going to have to deal with it. Besides, I'm just going to talk to him first. If he can't be reasoned with...then I'll drag him back here by his hair. If he can, I'm sure me and him can come to an agreement of some sort." 

ACOTAR 

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{A Court of Frost and Starlight - 


I do not own ACOTAR, I only own my OC's and everything to do with them and their backstories. 

This is the second book in the series.
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