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Chapter Twenty-One
A day after they received word that Leah and Alf had arrived safely; Easton was proud to make his first decree… one of peace. A document that the Toft had sent that said they would honour peace. Today, a few weeks later, it was Easton’s coronation, which was to be a huge event filled with dancing and plenty of alcohol. Easton’s new advisor was adamant that the bigger the event was, the higher the morale of the Holt would become. However, Easton wasn’t having as much fun as he could because he was fretting. Tomorrow was the day he and the King of the Toft were due to meet on neutral territory to sign a treaty to confirm peace. The public was spreading rumours of it being an assassination waiting to happen. This wasn’t helping his nerves as he had been apprehensive already because of the t
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