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44. Trapped by an Oath
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2024-10-29 19:42:56Damian
As I walked down the corridor, I tried not to flinch at the guards bowing at every corner. I have not been here since forever. How ironic was the situation that the very place I tried to avoid is the very place where I will be staying for some time?
My parents were elated to hear my decision, but Melissa had looked at me dubiously. When I stood in front of the courtroom door, the guards asked for the scroll as per usual. I handed it to them. Who uses goddamn scrolls in this century?
They pushed open the door once they had finished going through it, bowing as I entered. I swept a glance across the room. All important aka power-mongering vampires and wizards were present in the room. I squared my shoulder and started walking towards the Queen, who had stood up and was desce
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