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BLAME THE MOTHER!
"How come your tone suddenly altered, dear sir?" questioned a curious Stetson. The chief gave him a hard look, but he couldn't maintain it as the empress took a keen interest in him. It wasn't a matter of serving justice to the pitiful young maiden only, she was also concerned about the troublesome manner in which women were perceived. After being the one to see her mother crying every day after her father forced her to join her in his room, Astrid cultivated hatred for patriarchy. Empress Astrid was quite pleased with the young woman's ability to rise against the unruly behaviour of her father. However, Astrid needed to confirm with her again if she was willing, "Do you agree to let me give him a hundred lashes?' The young woman once again bestowed a nod to further confirm her require
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