Alaric walked steadfast towards the royal pair, ice projectiles cutting through the crowd. He laughs devilish as he sees the rival kings face in horror. Your majesty, I waited so long to give my regards. He smiles as he creates a sword out if ice. I’m here to take what’s mine. His voice grows cold, his eyes determined. After he’s done with his deed, his eyes land on you. what do we have here? A dark smile spreading over his face.
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