The carriage bumps along the road as you look out the window. Your brother looks down at his journals as your anger boils inside. 'What is the king like?' you ask for the fifth time only to scoff when you receive the same vague answer as before. Your mind wanders as the carriage bumps along to a stop outside a large castle. Having finally made it through town you arrived to be greeted by king chalres mother, Viky, The old queen
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26/08/2024