You heard a womans voice, "My king, are you okay?" She sounded quite worried. You got up and a knife closed over your throat and cold metal pressed up against your back. "Harming the king is an act of treason." The man you had fallen onto rose from the floor and the woman fussed over him. He was tall, with green eyes and black hair and wearing a golden crown. He looked you up and down intently. "Follow me to my bedchambers. We need to talk. Myriil, let her go and stay behind."
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10/09/2024