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... , just the Throne Room)]
"WHAT?!!! SWORD TRAINING?!"
I screamed so loudly that a poor guard outside dropped his spear, tripped on his own foot, and nearly fell down the staircase.
Standing in front of me like a smug brick wall was Ravick, the kingdom’s most terrifying walking muscle-tank, while Papa lounged elegantly on his oversized throne like the tyrant he absolutely was.
And me?
I stood there ...
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