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The castle of Hae had a beautiful song in the air. Not exactly from the voice of the people in the throne room that we're all singing the praises of the true Hadien king, it was a song their heart sang, a song they knew, a song lingering in the walls, in the swords, in the candelabra, it was the song of victory, the song of the true king. It was like an invisible song, the walls of the castle rejoiced, the candelabra shone brightly, the castle lighted up in a new light like they knew the true heir was back to his throne. Peasants outside the castle, men, women, and children who couldn't be at the throne room to witness the old king's marriage and those who simply didn't attend because they were scared of the king's rule and his obsession with women and slaves simply stayed away. Now they
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