THE KING IN THE NORTH

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The massive room was just as large as the throne room if not larger. The long blockish table before her had a fine furry table mat on it. It's print that of a barracuda. Selene gulped, allowing ho meant skins had been used to make similar large cloth, perhaps Sol had no further barracuda now.

Selene took another bite of the apple pie, it was mellow, she knew not if her mama 's superior form made the pie taste like lime water or her appetite was none existent. The events of the former night she was certain would not wear off so fluently. She had noway been one to cry, she had countlessly challenged her father, when ever her quality or the safety of dear Mia was in jeopardy she had spoken out, anything to defend herself and her family. But the Lord made her weep like an child, she cursed the veritably moon that shone the day she kissed the Lord on that deck. That sounded to awake what flirter part of her was alive. Her unfaithful body was an epitome of treason, despite her fears and w