The young King strolled into the dining chamber, idly
cleaning his fingernails with a dagger.
“Thank you for joining us, My Lord. I am sure training
delayed you.” The Will of the King said coldly. He turned to the long table,
covered in scrolls and huge family trees.
“As you no doubt recall from our last conversation, it has
come time to select your future bride from the list of suitable candidates.”
“I just want someone warm for my bed.”
“Why not marry your dog then?” The Will said testily.
“Can I?”
“…
Technically as King you could-“
“Right, done!”
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