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"Oh trust me, he won't want to learn half the stuff, though it is needed for his survival, if he were ever to be stranded, of course." I mused, chuckling. |
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"because that's reasonable" |
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"Well Kay either I say that or I say 'incase he's ever captured and totrtured since he's the heir to the throne and should know basically everything--which will lead to a peace treaty which if we don not sign they'll kill him'." I murmured, dragging a hand down my face. "Which, I don't want to ever imagine. |
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Kayla's face went white. "I never even thought about that.." she muttered, eyes wide as she thought about all the ways he could be used against them. |
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"Which is why there's been more complaints than usual from the soldiers, i've been upping their training---especially in negotiating and invading. I don't want anybody to lay a finger on him." I assured, voice chilling cold as stone as my face remained expressionless. |
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"What if he's killed?!" She exclaimed, pacing now after scooping up a confused Malakai |
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"Well if they can make it through four walls of highly trained and skilled soldiers and then survive me, then we'd go to war. Or i'd just kill their king, depends how merciful i'd feel." I muttered |
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"He's your son so I hope you would not feel any mercy toward them" |
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"I always show mercy, otherwise the kingdom would've already revolted against me and killed me in the most gruesome way possible." I sighed, flipping a dagger in my hand. "But yes, I wouldn't show mercy to my son's attacker." |
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