Giant mahogany doors, open to the Kings throne room. I stand up straighter, my armor clinking a bit. I stand next to the Kings throne, and the King licks his lips, his tongue running along the bottom lip. As two soldiers, bring in the Princess of Heritage. She has fire in her eyes, pure anger and hatred. She doesn't even look at me. In fact she isn't even looking at the King, it's like she is looking through him. Determined to show any form of defiance.
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