It was early next morning, King Mana and King Lira had just sat down at the dining table, to eat their breakfast. King Mana was still uneasy about sending his daughter away. His focus was clouded, and he struggled to remind himself it was for the best.

     “Still concerned?” asked King Lira as he took noticed of King Mana's apathy.

     “I know it was a wise choice.” King Mana replied. “But she's my daughter, my concern can't be helped.”

     Their conversation was cut off, as the injured solider Krisstoff rushed in, limping over to the two kings.

     “Your majesty, please forgive me,” he begged, falling to his knees before the table.

     “Wh...

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