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He didn't want to see her. Ashamed of what he had done had now come to bite him in the arse as he now was being punished by his Nana. "You will not end up like him." She said with murderous intent. It had only been a few days since news reached Lachlan after graduation that his father has...

King Randall's study was a sanctuary of warmth and tradition, a reflection of centuries of rich, Anirian history. A large, intricately carved mahogany desk dominated the center of the room, its surface cluttered with scrolls, maps, and an ornate inkstand and quill. Behind it, a high-backed...