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King Stalin was now pacing around the hall outraged “How dare the Shield island Royal hotel and resort refuse the divulge the name of such a p*****t?” he asked. “Leave it to me, I will ensure that the person responsible is executed by lunch hour” he added. “No Daddy, No!” Princess Emily cried out, running to her fathers arms. King Stalin’s eyes warmed up looking at his beloved daughter “What is it sweetheart?” he asked. “I am sorry Daddy, please don’t be mad” Princess Emily pleaded looking at him with misty eyes. “It was me, us” she said softly” Queen Lira of Willoville winced at the familiar scene of her step sister coaxing her father. That scene always led to her being punished for something she did not do. “What are you talking about sweetheart?” King Stalin asked confused. “