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#40
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Suzerain of Sheol
Desolation Denizen
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Charlemagne rises, clapping magnanimously at the display, a broad smile on his face.
"Well done, Dame Mistral! Well done, indeed! Thou hast sealed the alliance with our northern brothers. Thou hast conducted thyself with great worship this day, and done worship to ourself as well."
He spreads his robe-draped arms magisterially. "Thou mayest seek a boon of us, if it please thee. Thou but needest name it, it shall be thine, noble knight."
Cold silence has a tendency
to atrophy any sense of compassion
between supposed lovers.
Between supposed brothers.
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Posted 03-11-2014, 01:01 AM
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