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10

Emberg (capital of the Markats)

Councilor Kertan was angry. It was felt in every movement of the elderly man. The way he walked abruptly, adjusting his collar every now and then, the way he looked at the servants who were in a hurry to evaporate out of his way. The adviser was rarely out of sorts, but if he was angry, heads could roll. Therefore, anyone who knew him well would hasten to lie low for a while.

He was just seeing off the Sovereign, assuring that the capital was under his personal protection, when the servant gave him a report. And now Kertan could hardly control himself.

Own daughter, stupid and reckless, planted a pig. And to deal with this to him, Kertan. And, God forbid, stay alive.

-Lara! the adviser yelled as he approached his daughter's room and jerked open the door.

A tall, statuesque girl sat by the mirror, braiding her thick copper hair. Her dress was of luxurious brocade with silver embroidery, and a necklace of opals shimmered around her neck. Beautiful green e
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