THE KING IN THE NORTH

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His meal made him glare. What little meat he'd on his impertinence had gone completely. His eyes had prominent dark rings and he completely looked sicker than he liked to admit. The once days had drained him, mapping out strategies, conniving, colluding, he'd to be active in the recruiting of new members. He heeded as the sound of rushing water came from his marshland room. His chamber he'd made certain linked directly to the boundaries of his home. Of course his step family was no trouble, her careless brutality amongst the businesses amounted little to him, he'd better enenmies. He knew any trouble intended on him would go through the frontal gate which led first to the north sect of the structure which was his chamber. But if any trouble came from this lair also it was aimed at his retainers or his men and he wanted to meet first with it. He'd severally gotten petty stealers that still prayed mercy in his dungeon and of course the queen. He'd caught the queen and saved her doubly i