you awake in your empty bed, the chambers empty and silent apart from the tapping of rain against the stain glass windows, illuminating the dark room with the cool light of the solitary moon. No one was there. You lit a small candle and slid a light silk robe over the top of your nightdress, meandering through the halls into the grand hall. You see Ezrin, sat in his throne, a table infront of him covered in papers and letters from other respectable men, a sigh escapes his lips
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