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XXXVII
XXXVII– The Prophecy
Sir Hans Bathory frowned upon finding the throne room vacated. Not to mention, it was quiet–too quiet to be even considered normal.
If the knight hadn’t known any better he would have assumed that the Queen and her cronies had all but fled the palace by now, abandoning her people to their fate to the beasts, gone to who knows where.
Now, by all means, Sir Hans wasn’t political savvy but that doesn’t mean he was plain stupid, he had known all along that the Queen was up to no good (he’d still choose the witch over any other day than having to actually bow his head to a demon playing human) but still… it was kind of annoying to be stuck in this current predicament without an authority figure. Especially since they were all looking at him for guidance…
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