THE KING IN THE NORTH

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Some effects are just meant to be. Selene had come to believe this in her life. Some circumstances, some people, some gashes. They were just meant to be. No quantum of caution could help also but one thing she knew was that it may be by fate but she'd be the judge of whether she'd remain in them or not.

The halls of theO'alistair manor house hummed with conditioning, numerous retainers whisking around to set up the generally plain manor house. The dull faceless drapes were changed to a brighter purple and Selene watched as the formerly clean bottom was scribbled to sparkle. She stood at the far end of the deck, gaping at the maids that worked robotically, no mistrustfulness preparing for the appearance of the Harmony Council. The guard beside her was indeed near to her tail, no mistrustfulness an instruction from the Lord to keep her within arms reach. The cunny man no doubt knew moment would be a perfect day for her to slip down. She inwardly smiled at the irony of the situation, s