THE KING IN THE NORTH

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The wails sounded, it kept ringing through his soul. The wails he was certain would ever be in his head.

Edgar woke with a jolt. He'd a agony- again. Rolling out of bed, he threw on a mask and went to his wine press that sat behind a bookshelf. The potion the croaker gave him only made him dizzy but sleep still could not find him. It was a useless as all the drug's he would taken for decades now, he demanded wine.

He smiled plaintively at the recollections, the veritably first time he dared to love and nature had thrown it right back to his face. Making his heart oath noway to be so foolish again. He bedded women and that was it, he did not need to love anyone and he clearly demanded no child. No matter what the council and Nicholas said of his lineage, he did not want any boy to suffer his fate. He couldn't. He was not ready to sire a son or raise any child for that matter.

Edgar hummed and sat on the soft spread that laid on his large king bed. His mind drifting to the termaga