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Alpha King Dimitrio. The heavy oak doors groans open, scraping against the rough cobblestones and I step out, stride into the courtyard, taking the attention of all who have gathered there. The dawn of the sky casts long shadows across the stone-paved ground. One by one, all the female servants who accompanied me on the arduous journey to the northern seas, have assembled in neat rows, their expressions are a mix of fear and confusion. Their calloused hands are gripping their aprons and they halt every conversation that they were having before I came. I come out with Allen and the rest of the ministers who are unsure of what and why I am doing. My cloak billows slightly in the breeze; the rich fabric is pushed by the strong wind as evening is drawing and one hand rests on my constant c

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