"… Don't make me repeat myself, Zeleskiaz. She was worried about you even while in that state." — Glaring at his hesitation, Orland harshly told the prince so his senses would wake up. Displeased at his unusual politeness towards him, yet announcing one last thing as he noticed the child could not be left on her own under no circumstances, for someone between the men was to be kept away from her figure. — "… Stay with her and compose yourself… I can't let you take care of things if it's my son that I see coming."
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You Think I Won't Talk?
Fantasy · XimenoideX
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