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Alpha King Orizon.

Under my boots, there is fine gravel. We are in the courtyard, firing arrows—the courtyard isn’t mean for firing arrows but for some reason, we are firing arrows. I stand at the center of the space with a rigid form. My arrows fly true, finding their marks on the battles. Nearby, my brothers are observing from a vantage point. They are acutely aware of the recent upheavals within the castle—the one between Yeri and I. I can hear them gossip. I can hear them make jest of me like a pack of hyenas.

Ever since that afternoon, I stopped drinking. It has come to the point where it doesn’t even matter what Yeri has done to me. I cannot hold my ground. I tried to reject her. It took everything in me to bring myself to do so and yet, she stopped it with a kiss. A kiss that led to a series of humping, moaning and releasing.

“He hasn’t taken a single drop of whiskeys since then…” Asher gossips.

It is true. I don’t need to drown my worries anymore because Yeri accepted. She acc