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'We'll show you the behest of London,' said the lord of Andles, carrying the future king in his gold craved carriage. 'there,' Andles pointed to a large stone facade. 'Is where you will get married.'
Harry wasn't paying much attention, if not any. He had suffered his compony for as long as he could manage. The tedious affairs that were to be discussed. The contract agreements that were to be signed.
After the King had named his successor, the whole of England threatened with war.
'if we can stand behind a common line,; the lord of Andles had explained. 'we shall join all in your cause.'
Harry nodded his agreements, and awaited for the time being.
The carriage took them along the famous streets of the old mote towns, with narration of past history, and potentially what could become of it.
Harry murmured his awes and flattery of this grand city, when his eyes fall upon a boy walking down the street in tatters. He was tall, auburn headed, and he had the clearest of eyes like the surface of a tropical sea. His well chiselled jaw covered in dust, and the sharp edges of his chin left Harry taken.
The lord of Andles noticed his stare. 'Never mind that, ' he said. 'a mine worker. You won't see much of them as they live far to the city bounds where the likes of us will never encounter such savages.'
Though Harry didn't mind. He did not mind at all.
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Life Recreated
RomanceWhen the most powerful man on the earth falls deadly ill, with no heirs to take his place; his crown is to be given to one of his closets relative. The Duke of Pessline South. But when the Duke, unexpectedly gets murdered, the successor is inconclus...
