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“The war is over, Prince. Just— Relax.” Cal smiles at me, but I don’t smile back. As I repeat My father— my king’s last Words to me. To his Unwanted heir. “You must be Perfect, Prince.”
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Nov 30, 2020
Nov 30, 2020 at 10:14 AM UTC
Prin's Nonet
“The war is over, Prince. Just— Relax.” Cal smiles at me, but I don’t smile back. As I repeat My father— my king’s last Words to me. To his Unwanted heir. “You must be Perfect, Prince.”
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Nov 30, 2020
Nov 30, 2020 at 10:14 AM UTC
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