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Time's Tide; the helpless Ostler.

Kattiput.

"Are these all?"

Alanor called, settled in his throne. Haya was seated next to him. Since she had decided to stay back for a few days, he had asked that another throne be made for her in just a day. Which obviously was done.

"Yes, Alanor."

The guard bowed a response. Alanor, unlike several other kings surrounding him didn't put much worth on honorifics. But he could kill for respect. He wouldn't mind if a romper called him by his name, but he would had have the head of the eldest man chopped off if such questioned his position as a king, because of his stature. He'll both kill and die for that.

"Get me a sword."

He instructed and the guard pulled out his own sword. He wanted to go give Alanor but Alanor held up his small hand,

"I'll come for it."

He climbed off his throne. Haya assisted him and leaned forward to kiss him. They did. As he walked down, the five noblemen kneeling before him shudde
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