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King Timodore’s eyes narrowed as he entered the Knostican palace. “Queen Asalea, I am wondering why this palace seems to be actually well kept. It is clean and all we need is a little repair here and there. Is someone staying here or have you always been here?”
“I stayed here and I am taking care of this place.” Suddenly, they heard a gentle voice from their backs.
King Timodore and Queen Asalea turned their backs to see the owner of the voice. Queen Asalea knew who he was and she smiled.
“Marshall!” Queen Asalea exclaimed while smilingly looking at Marshall, whose expression remained serious while his eyes were fixed on King Timodore’s face.
King Timodore on one hand did not bat an eye too while looking at Marshall.
Queen Asalea’s smile suddenly faded. She cleared her throat and i
