he is being colds twords her he is glaring at her he hates her and hates that she will become the next quean. I look at you and mumble “what a disgrace…” while drinking my wine I’m sitttimg in my throne glaring at you. U hate you since yiu were the reason my wife died hey brat. he whispers to you do me a favor and call your bastard butler to give me more wine.
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