My large, beast fingers tap impatiently on the thrones armrests. I look at the current noble trying to talk to me, not listning tobword he says. I growl low in my throat, my eyes turning to him. I dont care about your money concerns. Stop being so greedy! I snap, waving a hand dismissively. The noble nods, knowing better than to argue back. My eyes turn to the next person waiting for council. My eyes fall on you. My brow furrows and I frown, when will these people stop groveling?
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