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“Yes, my king.”

He finally let go of her hand and stood. With his hands behind his back, he began walking back to the palace. She followed him, only a step behind him. They took the shorter route.

As they arrived, a messenger was waiting for the king in front of the palace. He bowed his head as he saw the king. “I bring a message, my king.”

“A long one?”

“Too long. It’s a matter of the court, Your