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King Wymond fingers drummed impatiently on his desk, he was not a man of patience, waiting for reports and confirmation from his subjects was never fun.
*'That bastard child better be behaving'* Wymond thoughts were unkind, perhaps even unfair, but ever since that damn child came into his life, he grew grey much quicker, they were a bitter reminder of a mistake he didn't desire to constantly face.
His *beloved* wife, Queen Asherose, hasn't grown any lovelier either, he had hoped time would make things less of a damn annoyance when dealing with her, but it has not.
Wymond turned his dark gaze towards the door as he heard a few knocks on the door. "Enter." Wymond ordered, his voice loud and clear.
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