The Elves

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His hand slammed onto the marble floor.

Gasping and inhaling.

Knees pushed onto pressure.

Coughing.

To his right, Hope stared forward kneeling on her left knee.

The Queen patiently sat.

Coughing.

He deep inhaled through his mouth.

Patient.

Everyone was.

Sideyeing him.

In the corner of her mouth, Hope whispered yelled.

"Hey! Hey! Get up! What you doin!"

Sideyeing her.

He got up on one knee as well and shake his head to move his straight bangs from his eyes and the mullet ticker long on his nape.

Chuckling.

The Queen cleared her throat.

First time. She thought.

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