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The envoy studied her face, nodded once, and remounted.
> Some crowns are forged in gold. Others in defiance.
“The Dey of Algiers sends his offer,” he announced in Arabic. “Return the captives and submit. In return, your son shall live as a prince under Ottoman law.”
Anna’s gaze hardened.
“Tell your Dey,” she said evenly, “that my son is already a prince. Not by decree – but by birth into freedom.”
At dawn, a lone rider approached the oasis on a white horse, bearing a green silk banner. Amastan and the warriors formed a silent line as Anna stepped forward, Azul balanced on her hip.
The envoy dismounted, bowing low. His kaftan shimmered with embroidered Ottoman motifs.
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