Monday

Thirdborn

Your master slaughters my prettiest envoys, he will not treat with me, he was my mentor, I return home and the gate is forced, he has strangled my hunting dogs, he has uncovered the vessels of wine for my coronation party to allow flies to enter, he does not recognize my right to the throne, I miss him so much, he will not treat with me, I am his king.

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