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Chapter 81
***Twenty-five years earlier continued*** Alaric looks confused as he brushes a piece of hair off his mates face. She is so tired she can barely keep her eyes open, it is a cute look on her. "What do you mean?" "Our second born can’t be too far down the line" Clara is frightened, she thought that she would be fine doing what he needed from her, but that? She is not sure whether she can put herself through that again. The childbirth was hard, but the pregnancy was harder. This little man, Rhys, sucked every little bit of her, her strength disappeared, replaced by only weakness, growing a king, as Alaric said takes a lot, she was on bed rest for so much of it. It took so much from her, yet she knows the requirements of her position. "Second born?" Alaric is even more confused. Clara l
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