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A story written in collaboration with Diane de la Cheneraye.
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She slipped into the garden, where Jonas, off duty and posing as a refugee worker, lingered.
Jonas: “You don’t belong here.” Elin (quietly): “Neither do you.”
He looked at her directly for the first time. Jonas: “Maybe that’s why we notice each other.”
For a fleeting second, the world softened. Elin’s heartbeat thundered, awareness of him stretching beyond propriety. His gaze lingered; warmth and danger mingled. She wanted to reach for him, but Anna’s voice cut sharply through the night, shattering the fragile bubble.
Part III — Cracks in the Palace
The royal gala shimmered with chandeliers. Elin smiled for cameras, her gown dazzling like armor. Yet she overheard nobles mocking immigrants at her table. Her father laughed softly, not contradicting.
On the balcony, she confronted him. Elin: “They’re Swedish too. Don’t you hear yourself?” King Gustav: “You’re naïve, Elin. Blood cannot be changed by paper. Remember that.”
Her chest tightened. The father adored by millions was a stranger behind closed doors.
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