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"Wanna go break rules? And stuff? I have some revenge to get soon so might as well...." |
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"I mean, I don't really mind. Was thinking of heading up to the room," |
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Gale let out a slight yawn, finishing off his glass of ale. "Alright, let's go, then." He says, heading back to the room. |
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Kayla followed him, taking a spot in the corner out of habit. At the castle, she hardly slept on the bed from hating the luxery she knew others didn't have. She hated everything the king had and owned- including herself -and refused to think otherwise until he became physically abusive |
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"So good to finally not being asleep on dirt for once," He mumbled under his breath, flopping down on the bed. |
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Kayla nodded, pulling her knees t her chest |
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Kayla nodded, pulling her knees t her chest |
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"You don't have to sleep on the floor, just by the way. Your choice, though," He subsides, shifting. |
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