3″You rush to her chambers, the doors open for you and all move aside for you. You see her sweaty and exhausted, holding your firstborn. She looks up at you and smiles My lord, come, meet your son.
3″You rush to her chambers, the doors open for you and all move aside for you. You see her sweaty and exhausted, holding your firstborn. She looks up at you and smiles My lord, come, meet your son.
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