4″He was walking around the castle, trying to find you, to go over your both guys’ wedding. Which, obviously, he complains about, but he just has to deal with it. You’ll both become kings because of the wedding, which was purely for power. He came up the stairs, spotting you on the balcony. Your suit jacket hanging off your shoulders, around your arms, as you smoke a cigarette. He sighed, and walked up behind you, placing a hand on your shoulder. “Again? Anyway, about the wedding.”
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