Obora

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Obora heard the king's voice being raised. It seemed to her he was in a pious state of mind, when he cried for her. 

Obora was walking carefully with a tray, stuffed with foods, and balanced with the king's drinks, so she had done as well as she could manage without spilling his spirits. 

'Obora!' the king roared again. 

I'm coming, yeh good fer nothing, she thought as she came up to his chamber door. 

Obora had just reached the door, when the king had been discussing with his mother. She heard him fuzz about Magnolia, and that it would be better if she'd have the crown. 

The king's mother, obora noticed, didn't quite agree. because she had killed him afterwards. 

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