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Kieran I sit at my desk in my study, poring over a new trade agreement the representative from Snowcrest Canyon, Floyd, delivered yesterday. So far, being king has included far less heroic resolution of my father’s sins and far more approving announcements of his fall that include apologies and offers of future friendship, followed by the very official refusals from various kingdoms. It’s headache inducing, but I just keep reminding myself that I need to prove I’m completely different from him, and this is the first step. Going to bed with Raven every night is certainly making bearing that burden easier. At this rate, I’m starting to worry she’s going to have twins conceived on two different nights. Not that that’s possible. I look out the window at where the Haze has started gathering.