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There, kneeling on the carpeted floor of his command tent, was Arnold, heir to a princedom, scion of a royal line, lowered by his own will to the posture of a supplicant. No shackles bound him, no sword was leveled at his throat. He had come to his knees freely, for no reason but to plead for help from the very man who had taken everything from him.
That had to, of course, tickle Alpheo’s prick, a flicker that was, however, not born from cruelty but instead from the know ...
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