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Albus watched how the king's mother got beheaded. As everybody was so eager to stop the scots, invading the counrty, the verdict had fallen quite rightly.
'she was so convincing, the bitch.' you'd hear Sir Sinton say. 'I almost believed her, silly, silly.'
Albus bobbed his head as he went on his way.
The news spread across the country as wild fire.
The Queen of Scots fled the country to france
There was to be a heavy discussion followed later that day, whom will be the successor.
Albus after hearing that dreadful piece of information, was torn apart that the true rulers of england shall never reign again, so he had settled on Mary.
Though Patrick had come with brand new reports. The Duchess of Landsfairy was with child. There followed another counsel wether this was valid, now that the duke had died before his time.
Albus, thought not. Mary is the best next option.
'Magister, Magister!' he was pulled from his reverie. Obora came rushing by as he entered the royal palace.
'Yes, dear.' he replied, keeping at his pace.
'I am very glad you got her,' she smiled.
Albus cringed his eyes. 'The king's justice done, as always.'
though it wasn't really. In fact, it was Albus's justice done, as there was nothing at all in the vial he had presented at court. The pigs he had given another kind of poison, which took two days to take effect. He just wanted to see that bitch die.
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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...
