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Chapter 22: The Victory claim (18+)
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... rubbed his eyes and sat up in bed, the silk sheets falling to his waist.
"Come in," he said, his voice scratchy from sleep.
The door crashed open, hitting the wall. Elliot stood there looking pale and messy, totally unlike his usual decent self.
"What's so important at this hour?" Arthur asked, noticing it was barely dawn outside.
"The king is—" Elliot's voice broke. He took a breath and tried again. "The king is dead, Your Highness."
For a second, Arthur ...
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