Kings Relations
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Did you know?" He asks after a moment of silence. I pull my brows together, frowning deeply. "Riath. Declared war on us last night." He sighs, bags etched under his eyes.
"No, sire." My eyes widen at the thought. I had been off duty las t night and this morning, meaning I had spent time away from the castle. "No one sent word for me to come back to the premisis."
He looks down at me from his throne, make me cringe back in anticipation of my lecture.
Brandon is just the kings runner. Doing his dirty work. Running his errands. But will that change? The queens death. A hired killer. Friendship. Working with a mercenary? How can this be good. And a twist neither Destyni nor Brandon ever expect.
(Not edited. And if it says only "one part published" it is wrong. That's what it says on mine. There are many parts so far, so I'm not sure why it says that :P )
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