It was an impossible situation; the extortion by House Galentor lay before Llewen on a series of documents on the large table of the Great Hall of Castle Merrick, the entryway into the small wooden castle that marked the small estate of House Merrick. Next to him stood his advisor, the gristled...
Asta tighten the cord around his young daughter’s head, ensuring the mask was secure as they had many miles to walk today as well. He had braided her hair into a pair of French braids, finally getting her black, thick hair under control. It was hot today, and Asta knew the mask often made her...
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