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... > "You arranged a feast too. Tomorrow’s."
"... Yes."
"..... This is my woman. My fated lung... your invitation and that feast... although it’s unnecessary..." — Peeking at his wife’s pure and expectant brown eyes, Aslak decided to finish conveying appreciation. Frowning and mumbling it displeased as it was to be told to the king... yet hoping to get his wife what she had been telling was desired. — "I reckon the effort. My wife deserves it."
"... Ah... We don’t have an ar ...
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