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King Drazhan groaned loudly feeling the ice that had spread to the dagger of the queen spread all over his inside. It was harder to heal and harder to pull out of his chest. He placed his hand on the wall and allowed his flames to melt the ice that had spread from the wall down to the ground while his other hand held the hilt of the dagger in his chest. It was hurting so badly, more than an injury had ever hurt, he growled heavily and pulled the dagger out of his chest. And immediately, the door to his chambers burst open and guards came running in at the sound of his pained voice. Luckily he had his back to them and walked towards the large window he had been standing. He opened the drape and a cool breeze came running into his room.
"My king, are you all right?" The familiar v
