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Robynn and the King

Robynn's wrists were tightly cuffed by the feared, Captain Ironfield. He stared at the huge door with his silver-grey hues and pondered how much that intricately designed door costed.

"Must have been a fortune." he murmured.

"What?" Ironfield asked him, his brows raised. "What are you blabbering about?"

"Nothing." he ignored him and stared at his wrists. He didn't even bat an eye or react to it. He was used to being locked and wasn't afraid of chains anymore.

"You'll be going inside to confide with His Majesty." Yuran spoke from behind him and cleared his throat. "You must keep your head low and never meet his gaze nor respond unless you are opted to do so. Never ever attempt to assassinate the King. There is a reason why the sentries are not needed inside."

Feeling the animosity behind their words. Robynn nodded nonchalantly like a drunk man and yawned. "Should I just address him a

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