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"I don't know, I'm scared, I didn't know what to do, I didn't want to hurt the baby..." She panicked |
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"Breathe Kayla, you're okay. The baby's fine, that was a good decision you made." He assured. |
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"I'm sorry the room is a mess..." She breathed |
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"It's fine, do you know what they were looking for?" He asked. |
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She shook her head, fearful and waiting for his wrath |
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"Stay here, do not leave under any circumstance." He ordered, grabbing his bow from behind the door and a quivel, walking into the hall. |
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She nodded, scared he'd be upset with her as she cleaned. ~
The figure left the throne room cautiously, darting down the hall to Kayla's study she never used and ducked inside. They rummaged through drawers, tossing things aside and not caring about the sound things made. With an triumphant smirk, the figure grabbed the paper that declared Kayla queen and put them into a hip pouch beneath the cloak |
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Gale noted no windows, straight up spawning in the door way with his bow drawn, arrow aimed. "Step, away." |
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"Or else what?" He challenged |
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"Or i'll shoot you through the head. Haven't missed a shot." He said in the same cold tone. |
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Spring Showers
