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Raphael was never the person to be impatient. Though when he heard that the Omega Lycan that he had his Knights purchase off of the slave traders had arrived, he was so close to cutting this meeting short with his advisors. *Fucking weasels the most of them* He leaned back in his large wooden chair at the head of the table, his cold eyes taking in the other men, trying to talk him out of doing anything rash. Especially now that Nickolas Alden was recently crowned King of Albion, the Kingdom bordering his own.
They didnโt understand though. Everything that he did was calculated and meticulously thought through. Nickolas Alden was youngโฆ and far too naive and full of dreams of peace. He would find his chance to secure Albion, but there were other options for this besides war.
Once the meeting was finally adjured, Raphael stood and made his way from the meeting room. The windows lining the main hallway were frosted on the edges, the unforgiving winter having taken hold in Smithe. Though there was something far warmer and more enticing behind the door to the Lycan chambers he now stood before. *Letโs see what I just purchased.*
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