The Illyrian and The Governess
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MatureOngoing1h 49m
Last published Sun, Mar 22, 2026
Beyond the wall, a young governess is sentenced to death by the High Lord of the Autumn Court. By her mother's instruction, she flees to the City of Starlight, where she's met with a quiet pair of hazel eyes.
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