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Kingdoms and Lies: Minecraft Diaries Fanfiction
This story takes place in London, England and the main characters are Sir. Laurance, Aphmau the Goddess of Healing/Queen Aphmau, Lucinda the Princess of Pikoro, and Prince Zane of O’Khasis. Now, Prince Zane was cursed with a dangerous spell. The spell caused him to forever be cursed with jealousy. The evil inside him was natural, though.



Long ago, in England, year 1633, April 30th, there lived a kingdom in the capital, London named, Phoenix Drop. There, ruling Phoenix Drop was a Queen. Her name was Aphmau. Everyone in the Kingdom loved her. Aphmau lived in a magical castle with horses and cats and everything she desires. She was mysterious and magical yet social and friendly at the same time. People were so grateful for her kindness that people around the region would call her a goddess. Over time, she proved it true. Someone tried to assassinate Queen Aphmau in her slumber but the sword did no damage. It was finally confirmed. She was  a Goddess. She was their  Goddess. The Healing  Goddess. Aphmau traveled around the region making peace with Kingdoms and saving lives.



One fine morning, she woke up to the tweeting of birds. The morning sunlight was as blinding as one of those princes with pearly, white teeth. She had left the window open last night. Oh, that didn’t matter to her, she rubbed her eyes and walked to the open window to shut it, right after she looked outside and saw the villagers waking up to the morning Sun of England. Aphmau brushed her hair black, silk hair as night, put it into a braid, took off her nightgown and got on her lilac dress. She closed her room’s door and walked into the Throne Room. As she sat on her hand-made, gold outlined chair, she glanced at her ring. Was she bored of power? The same thing everyday? But, she had no choice. Leading the people was a permanent job. Until a generation comes to fold out.



<span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Guards on left, Guards on right, she was perfectly guarded. They held their crystal-like swords above their shoulders. Their clanking, iron armour was silent. Their breathing, though, was hearable. Aphmau continued to wonder about her power over London when she was interrupted by her second in-command guard.

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Queen Aphmau? Someone from O’Khasis speaks for your presence.” Sir, Laurance says, helmet off. He had light brown hair and baby blue eyes.

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Bring him in.” She answeres, focusing her gaze on her guard.

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“By your orders,” Sir. Laurance walks out of the Throne Room and came back with a man with jet black hair that covered his right eye, blue eyes as pale water, a priest’s outfit with a black cross detail, and a huge grin.

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Who are you? And what business do you have?” Aphmau asked. She sat up correctly in her Throne to make a good impression.

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“The name’s Zane, Second Heir to the Throne of O’Khasis.” The man answered.

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Ok, Prince Zane.

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Zane blinked. “My queen,--”

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“ <span style="font-style:italic;font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Healing Goddess.”

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“My Healing <span style="font-style:italic;font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Goddess <span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">, I have a question for you. Please, answer honestly.”

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Why, I won’t lie. In fact, I never--” Aphmau stops. “Ask your question.” She finally said. She didn’t want to say to much. APhmau just wanted this to end so she can think more about leading a Mortal Kingdom. Was it right for her? Would she rather stay in the clouds?

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Are you sick of leading your Kingdom?” Zane’s grin still stands.

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“U-Um… No.. I am not sick of it. I wouldn’t even use the word ‘sick’ unless it really mattered.”

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Well,” Zane put his hands behind his back and walked forward a little bit more to almost touch the end of the grand rug. “I just thought you needed help. After all, there’s no King. There’s no head guard. It’s just you. As I stated, I thought you would need help. Plus, you’re a Goddess leading a mortal kingdom. That’s a low rank for a well-known Goddess like you. Now people won’t even try to plan an attack on your kingdom. You could’ve had your kingdom in the skies. Instead you chose <span style="font-style:italic;font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">here. <span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">” Aphmau had zoned out from Zane while he rambled on. Until he said that last sentence. The way he said the word, <span style="font-style:italic;font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">‘here’ <span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">. She finally got his attention. She poked her head up and Zane had realized she wasn’t listening from before.

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“I’m fine down here, thank you very much. But onto a different topic… Are you just going to support my Kingdom with supply? Warships? Guards? Troops? Food?” Aphmau had gotten visitors asking the same thing. If they can help “support” them. “It’s the same thing these Kingdoms ask me. “Can we help?” No.”

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“No, I mean, <span style="font-style:italic;font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">me <span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;"> taking over.” Zane started to pace left and right. “You know, it’s about time someone step up and help this village out than just give out resources to waste.”

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“No.”

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“You should be up in the skies! I will get this Kingdom back in order! No help from you!”

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“You think that this Kingdom is an item on a Merchant’s stand? You think you can buy this kingdom without my permission?”

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“If I win? Then, yes.” Aphmau looked over at Sir. Laurance, then at her other quiet guards.

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“This is a Kingdom! This is my Kingdom! I am a Queen, you are a Prince. Laurance, take this man out of my sight!” Aphmau was enraged. Did he seriously try to ask that? He must’ve knew that wouldn’t succeed. Seriously?

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Yes, m’lady. Prince Zane?” Laurance waited for Zane to follow. Eventually he did. As they walked out, Zane had to say last one thing.

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Your Kingdom is <span style="font-style:italic;font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">mine! <span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">”

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">That left Aphmau to think. <span style="font-style:italic;font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Maybe I don’t want to lead, <span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;"> She thought, <span style="font-style:italic;font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">I should be up in the skies.. I’m the daughter of Earth and Water… Eve, the Goddess of Earth… Gene, the God Of Water…..I could stay up there with them…. <span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">But she needed to lead! Aphmau came up with an idea to get Zane off her back.

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-weight:700;font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">The Next Day...

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Aphmau walked around the town and visited a few merchants. They were all very pleased and surprised that the queen dropped by. *Cough* *Cough* Except Logan *Cough* *Cough*

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">While walking around, she had asked one of her guards if Prince Zane was still in the Kingdom. The guard had said ‘yes’ and told her he was in the Inn. She stepped into the Inn and spotted Prince Zane talking to a bunch a drunk men. They aren’t <span style="font-style:italic;font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">that <span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;"> drunk, Aphmau thought. She got a drink on the house and sat down close to their table. One of the drunk men said something like, “Kill the Queen!” and “I’m a pig!” and “Happy New Year!” Queen Aphmau was disturbed and told her nearest guards to escort them out. She then sat across from Zane. It was a good thing they weren’t really that drunk that they would put up a fight.

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Finally changed your mind? Apparently it’s important if you want to shoo away my friends.” He asked.

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“They were not your friends, and, no, I just wanted to get to know you more before I make my decision.”

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">He sighed. “Oh, ok? What do you want to know?”

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Well, why are you here? Just to take over my Kingdom?”

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“N-No. I was actually supposed to invite you to an O’Khasis Ball…”

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“W-What? A ball?”

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Yes, but what’s the fun in that? That’s ridiculous. But here’s the invitation.” Zane takes a scroll from his pocket and hands it to the Goddess.

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Do you have family? Besides your father?”

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“I have two brothers, Garroth and Vylad.”

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Who’s older?”

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Garroth.”

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Oh? Do you love them?”

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“No, not really.”

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“What about your father?”

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Lord Garte’s an old man.” He answered. “I don’t enjoy chess.”

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Mother?”

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“I-I… I guess I love her more than others.”

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">She took a sip of her water. “That’s a great start!”

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Feels only like 0.0%.”

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Ugh. But here’s the real question: Why do you want to take over my Kingdom?”

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Well, my father doesn’t listen to me, my mother tries to convince him in doing so, my brother Garroth is heir to the Throne right now, and… I don’t like my brother, Vylad, because he’s not technically my brother. He’s just annoying. Plus, my father hates him so he can’t persuade him. But, I don’t need your help with it. I am perfectly capable on my own, thank you.”

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">There was silence until Aphmau spoke up. “So, being the middle child is tough, huh?” Aphmau asked, having sympathy for Zane. She wasn’t a mortal, having those kind of emotions, but she was the middle child, too, in her family. But she was more successful out of all of them.

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“I-I guess. Why does Garroth get to have the Throne? I want to claim it!”

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Well, just be patient. Your time for the Throne will come soon enough.”

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“When? If Garroth has children, the oldest will be to the Throne!”

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Why so avarice for power? Why the jealousy?”

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Because I have no choice!” Zane answered loudly to her. Everyone in the Inn stared at us for a brief moment, and then continued to their beer.

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“What ever do you mean?” Aphmau questioned. Shocked, she took a giant sip of her water and pushed the cup to the side.

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“It’s either being a royal or not. In my family, the choice is royal. I just thought I could prove to my father that I’m not too young for a Kingdom! That I could rule one! I also am cursed to be jealous if that answers your other question.”

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“You don’t need to impress Lord Garte. Wait, I have an idea!”

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“I don’t need your ideas.” Zane said back.

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">AKAMagixReader (talk)Zane’s POVAKAMagixReader (talk)

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-style:italic;font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Who does she think she is? I don’t need her help. She’s just a waste of my time.

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“I don’t need your ideas.” I said back. She looked shocked.

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“B-But I can help you!”

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“I don’t <span style="font-style:italic;font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">need <span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;"> help. Especially yours,” I stood up from my seat and walked out of the Inn. Just before I did, I said once last word. “Bye.” With that I left.

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">AKAMagixReader (talk)Aphmau’s POVAKAMagixReader (talk)

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Wait!” He left. “Ugh, darn it.” I whimpered a few last things before the Innkeeper noticed Zane had left.

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Hey! He had to pay for that!” The Innkeeper groaned and left through the front door. I could hear him screaming at one of the guards. <span style="font-style:italic;font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Just because he didn’t pay for his drink? <span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">, I thought. <span style="font-style:italic;font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">I can pay it for him.

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">I finally walked out and saw what was going on. Every guard was yelling at townspeople, poking signs in their face. One of them flew out of a guard’s hand and the wind pushed it to me. I unfolded it carefully and saw Zane’s face. It said:

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:Candal;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">ZANE RO'MAEVE

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:Candal;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">WANTED FOR 10,000 GOLD

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:Candal;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">DEAD OR ALIVE

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">I checked for my ring… It wasn’t on my finger, it wasn’t in my pocket...On no… It’s gone! Zane Ro’Maeve, Second Heir to the Throne Of O’Khasis, is a thief. And to think I was going to help this guy! I walked up to my guards and ordered them to gather the townspeople.

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">When they were gathered, I began to speak. “People of Phoenix Drop, I understand that some of our most valuable possessions are… missing.”

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">That started a riot. “He stole my doll!”

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“My money missing!”

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“M-My.. My fruits!”

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Our coins!”

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“My wife! Oh, wait, no. She’s right next to me. Nevermind.”

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">More and more rambling went on as I tried to calm them down. <span style="font-style:italic;font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">What do I do?

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“I want him found <span style="font-style:italic;font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">dead <span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">. He has stolen my enchanted ring. I want all guards to stay on post incase he comes back. If you ever find him, do not hesitate to bring him to me. Even if he threatens you. Guards, search the houses.” I ordered. They shook their head, ‘yes’ and began their search. I scanned the crowd of townspeople, looking for my Second-In-Command guard. I had finally spotted him and ran over to him.

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Laurance!”

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">He turned around. “Yes, my queen?”

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“I need to go to O’Khasis for a few days. Could you please protect the kingdom?” I asked. He shook his head, ‘no’.

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“You’re leaving without some guards? Backup? Plus, it’s O’Khasis. That’s a dangerous Kingdom. You’ll get yourself killed!”

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Trust me. Now, can I trust <span style="font-style:italic;font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">you <span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;"> to watch the Kingdom?”

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">He sighed. “Fine. But, if you don’t come back in 3 days…. I’m sending the guards..”

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“That’s fine! I promise, I’ll come back in three days..”

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">AKAMagixReader (talk)Reader’s POVAKAMagixReader (talk)

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Queen Aphmau saddled up her white horse. She was going to go over the bridge, and into the dark forest, but Laurance came by just to say bye.

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Three days, right?” He wanted to confirm my answer.

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Yes, three days.”

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">With that, I took off. To O’Khasis. A dangerous Kingdom. Great. What was I thinking?

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">AKAMagixReader (talk)Time Skip to O’KhasisAKAMagixReader (talk)

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">I looked up to see the castle. I could not describe it. It was beautiful. The first twin towers were taller than the ones behind, it was outlined with pure iron, and made of hard stone and chiseled diorite. On top of the twin towers, a wooden stick poked up with a blue and yellow flag. One half was blue, one was yellow. Every 10 feet of height, was a pattern of cloth. First blue cloth all around, 10 feet more, white flags around, and repeat. Until it stopped at blue flags. Every twin tower had the same details. It glistened, sparkled, nothing that I could imagine. My horse took me through some merchants, stables, basically through the whole village.

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Until we came across the castle. It was almost the same as the twin towers, except much bigger, more sturdier, much taller, and more diamond-outlined windows. The guards of O’Khasis recognized Aphmau as the Healing Goddess. Not the queen of Phoenix Drop. Which Aphmau didn’t know. Aphmau let one of the guards take her horse to the stables and led her into the Throne Room. It was the basic idea of a Throne Room. It had a second floor with pillars holding it up on each side. There was an opening in the second floor so anyone that was up there, could look down. The grand rug reached to a point where if the King were to stand up, his toe were to touch the rug. The chairs were the same as mine and their sat the King and Queen. On the pillars, were torches, ignited. The Queen had about 7 guards on her left. She had blackish silver hair and a white, silk dress on with the same black cross detail. The King wore his cliche’ everyday King’s robe with his blonde hair swaying aside his head. He had blue eyes and a plain expression.

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Oh, do come closer. Don’t be afraid, Goddess of Healing.” The Queen of O’Khasis insisted as she noticed Aphmau was hesitant at first.

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Aphmau walked forward and stopped at a specific length. “Lady Zianna, King Garte, I am here for an important matter.”

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-size:18.6667px;font-family:ComicSansMS;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Of course you’re here for an important matter. If you didn’t maybe you wouldn’t be here, what do you think of that?” The King snickered before Zianna scolded him.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:9pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"> “Don’t say that to a goddess!” She scolded her husband.

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