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'I don't care anymore,' roared Harry. 'gave the damn crown to the scots, marry your daughter off to some other poor bloke.'
The lord of Andles slammed his huge fits against his desk. 'we had an agreement!' he countered back. 'I swear to you harry, you will rue the day you have ever crossed the lord of andles.'
Harry tssked. he did not care. truthfully he enjoyed his life as it was. living from his father's riches. fucking around, getting drunk, no responsibility what so ever.
'you humiliated my daughter!' andle objected. 'don;t you feel ashamed, breaking my sweet Cassandra's heart?'
'you mean your slaver's mistress bastard?' Harry sneered. 'do you truly think england will have a dark skinned Queen. and be pleased about it? they'll have the scots run the country before that happens.'
The fat, old man unsheathed his sword.
Harry laughed aloud, doing the same. 'you mean to kill me? now and here?'
The lord advanced with giant steps, his fat purple head steaming.
In one smooth step, Harry disarmed the man, and cut his cheek. 'I warn you,'
'fuck off,'
'you, fuck off.'
Andle charged, but was cut off by a blow Harry applied on his skull, which left him grounded and squirming in pain.
'and a nice day to you,'
Never did Harry realise, he would indeed rue the day. But not today though, Robb was waiting from him.
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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...
