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39: Attack of the Rebels
"How long would they stay here?" Orlando asked when he got close to Sierra who stood by the wall, keeping on the lookout for the King as he dines with the three Lords in the great dining hall—a place where many could fit in but was only occupied by a few now. This had been a usual occurrence every day, every night. The Lords have been tailing the King quite earnestly, not letting him rest and trying to give advice on different issues since that is their job before things happened to the worst. Though now, it is different since the King no longer trusts whatever they say and just listens to them, participating if necessary. At least, there is something that has come for it. The war ceased for a moment since the Masters are occupied with dealing with the court and the King whose decisions
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