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XXVI – Of birthdays and new beginnings
“With all due respect your highness, I have known my nephew since he was born,” Sir Alfred Crossram was saying with utmost seriousness, his brown eyes glaring daggers at his nemesis from across the not-too large table.
Meanwhile, Jin Sanscroft’s eyebrow briefly twitched in annoyance as he watched two of the supposedly esteemed people in the kingdom from the head of the table with a more or less unimpressed gaze. He wondered when the two of them will realize just how childish and stupid the two of them are being at the moment.
“Be that as it may, Sir Crossram,” Princess Aria countered evenly on the other side of the table, shifting her wide-brimmed, purple-colored hat over her narrowed red eyes to block the sunlight away from her face, “...I know for a fact that my friend here prefers dark chocolate over strawberry–he told me himse
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