Lost Lion
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Volume 3: Chapter 3
*** Stormwind Keep – The Lion's Seat ***
The entire room fell into a hush as the LARPing dragon of Dalaran approached me. I noticed my father tensing, but I shot him a reassuring look, even as I grappled with how to handle any forthcoming questions. It wasn't long before the faux elf stood before me, his gaze drilling into mine as he spoke.
"Are you aware that the entity the Horde summoned might have been a dark elemental firelord?" Krasus began. "Three hundred years ago, the Dark Irons summoned a foul elemental being known as Ragnaros. In the wake of his arrival, the once verdant lands of the Redridge Mountains are what is known today as the Burning Steppes and the Searing Gorge. Based on what you saw, do you think it could have been him?"
The Wildhammer dwarf visibly paled at the mention of the fire lord's name.
"I was not aware," I replied. While I could have told the truth, I wasn't supposed to know, so a partial truth was all they'd receive. "And, to answer your second question, maybe. I wasn't alive three hundred years ago so I can't say if it was him or not based on that. "
Before he could ask any follow-up questions, I turned to the king.
"Who's next, Your Majesty?" I inquired.
Krasus blinked as he realized I had counted his follow-up question as the second one. His eyes darted to me, his brow furrowing as if he wanted to challenge me. However, he chose not to create a scene before the assembled crowd and instead returned to his seat, though his gaze remained fixed on me.
"That would be me, Lord Callan. Do you mind if I address you as such?" the Lordaeron diplomat asked, glancing at my father.
"I do not," I replied. To my surprise, the Lordaeronian ambassador settled back into his seat, a knowing smile playing at his lips. He had caught on to my strategy. How astute. "Who's next?"
"I am Countess Gale Brier of Stromgarde," the woman from Stromgarde introduced herself. Despite her youth, gray streaks adorned her hair, likely a result of the stress brought on by the Horde invasion. "I have no questions. Only the desire to convey our king's thanks for saving his son and our people. Furthermore, I am to inform the delegations of other nations that Stromgarde fully supports Lord Callan's decisions, and thus, his actions are beyond reproach."
As she spoke, I sensed the collective surprise from the king and the Stormwind nobles at her declaration. The Stromgarde delegate then bestowed upon me a courtly bow before casting a warning glance at the Gilnean ambassador, who reciprocated with a knowing look. Any action he took, regardless of how petty, would reflect on his kingdom.
Next in line was the Kul Tiras ambassador, a large man even by human standards, capable of matching the height of most orcs. I knew this was due to their ancestors mixing with the hidden Drust, an offshoot of the Vrykul, who were humanity's common ancestors. Approaching me, his eyes scrutinized me before nodding.
"King Llane has chosen to reveal your prophetic visions to the Council of Lordaeron." The man leaned in, his tone serious. "Lord Admiral Proudmoore would like to know if you had any prophecies regarding their naval capacity."
That question left me stumped. How could I answer when my knowledge was outdated? But more importantly, I needed to correct a misunderstanding.
"Firstly, I am not given prophecies, merely visions from time to time," I clarified. Krasus leaned in closer, as if attempting to pressure me into revealing more. "The difference, Ambassador, is that a prophecy inevitably comes to pass, while a vision is merely a possibility."
Seeing the confusion on the Kul Tiran's face, I elaborated further.
"In essence, the former is predetermined, with every action leading toward its fulfillment, while the latter can be altered," I explained. Slowly, understanding dawned not only in his eyes but in the eyes of others as well. "Regarding their naval capabilities, I must presume they are formidable, not because of any vision, but because I have seen goblins among their ranks. Surely, those Trade Princes possess ships comparable to Kul Tiran vessels, do they not?"
The Kul Tiran's eyes widened, and whispers erupted among the nobles in the room from all sides. I was certain the presence of goblins had been reported, but did they not anticipate the full might of the goblin nation being brought to bear? It was a big oversight if that was the case. While the original canon only accounted for two trade princes, I had inadvertently altered the timeline so it could potentially lead to them being a far greater threat with more trade princes or even the entire nation in the mix.
"If that is true, it is indeed grave news," the Kul Tiran ambassador responded solemnly before respectfully inclining his head to me and retaking his seat.
Finally, it was the turn of the Alterac woman. She appeared at least a decade younger than the Stromgarde representative and immediately directed a friendly, if not borderline flirtatious, look toward me.
"Lord Callan," she began in a grand tone, "on behalf of my king, I must praise you for your actions! The tales of your feats are being told and retold throughout all of Lordaeron, and I am humbled to be in the presence of such a legend."
I had to school my face and resist the urge to roll my eyes. She could have found a job with the masonry guild with how thickly she was laying on those compliments.
"That said," the woman now appeared contrite, as if reluctant to ask her question, "do you truly believe it was wise not to fall back to Thoradin's Wall? By remaining at Stromgarde, you left Alterac vulnerable. It would have been we, not Lordaeron, who suffered first at the hands of the Horde."
The Stromgarde representative instantly snapped her gaze toward the Alterac ambassador, openly glaring at her. Ignoring the glare, the Alterac ambassador continued.
"It would have been better, for the Alliance, of course, if you had not acted so bravely, but ultimately, it was tactically foolish," she finished, taking her seat next to a smiling Gilnean ambassador.
So, this was a public censure from Alterac, worded politely but a rebuke nonetheless. A good soldier of Stormwind would accept such criticism with grace or simply endure it. However, I wasn't just a good soldier; I was also a man from the twenty-first century. We didn't simply accept insults; we clapped back.
"To answer your question, my lady," I began with my best smile, "no, it was not wise. Not in the slightest."
The Stromgarde ambassador looked at me, shocked and somewhat hurt by my admission, while the Alterac woman's smug smile faltered.
"However," I continued, smiling brightly at her, "it was the honorable thing to do."
The Alterac woman's smile dropped, while one began to form on the face of the Stromgarde representative.
"It was a decision I would make again, not only as an officer of the Alliance, but more importantly, as a member of the human race," I asserted, addressing the Alterac woman. "I could not, in good conscience, leave those children and the elderly at the mercy of the Horde. Even the Alterac soldiers who fought alongside me understood this."
Implicitly, I suggested that their king did not. I knew I shouldn't have gone there, but my opinion of Perenolde had always been low. The Alterac woman was clearly caught off guard by my response and could do little but stew as her turn passed. Surprisingly, it was Benedictus who broke the tension by laughing out loud, drawing attention to himself.
"My apologies for the outburst, esteemed Lords and Ladies." The graying man chuckled. "But I can now tell the Archbishop that I had witnessed Callan's Rebuke firsthand. A fearsome but righteous response indeed."
I blinked at Benedictus who winked at me playfully. His support signaled that the Church of the Light endorsed my actions, putting the Alterac ambassador in a difficult position. Judging by her ugly expression, she understood this. Meanwhile, the Stromgarde ambassador looked triumphant, akin to a predator finishing off its prey.
With that, the focus shifted to the Gilnean diplomat. He had composed himself after Benedictus's endorsement.
"While it is within your purview to defend Stromgarde, what gave you the right to supersede our king's authority and demand reinforcements from one of our vassals?" he challenged, his gaze locking with mine.
Clearly, Genn was not pleased with my actions. His ambassador stood before me, rigid, attempting to intimidate.
"Perhaps being the Heir of Thoradin led you to believe we are your subjects to be commanded as you please?" the Gilnean ambassador mocked. "What should we expect next? You crowning yourself the king of Stormwind, perhaps?"
The room fell silent, the tension palpable.
"Ambassador!" King Llane's voice boomed with authority. "I will not tolerate such baseless accusations against my kingdom's knight!"
"My apologies, Your Majesty." The diplomat bowed in submission to King Llane before redirecting his attention to me. "But are you suggesting that if he had commanded your armies without your permission, you would have no issue with it?"
King Llane started to respond but abruptly stopped, genuinely considering the question. Anything was permissible with his permission, but without it? That was a different matter.
"Do you see the dangerous precedent it sets?" the Gilnean diplomat pressed on, turning to me. "Well, Lord Callan? How would you justify yourself before this august body?"
The room fell into a tense silence as all eyes fixed on me, understanding the weight of the implications. However, I was prepared.
"Easily," I replied calmly, my demeanor putting the man on guard. Stepping forward with purpose, I closed the distance, invading his personal space.
"I was there when King Greymane pledged his support to the Alliance and became one of its ruling members," I began, drawing myself to my full height. "Did you know that every other Alliance member has thrown their full resources behind the cause? From Lordaeron to Quel'Thalas. Even Alterac, while not as numerous, sent thousands to the front. By the Light, my king had dispatched legions to the Horde front!"
The man furrowed his brow, evidently not grasping my intent and therefore unsure how to counter me. This was the perfect opportunity for me to assert my position.
"How dare you insinuate that King Greymane would not have sent those Gilnean soldiers to the front to aid the Alliance?!" I roared, pointing accusingly at the bewildered diplomat. "Do you know why your honorable king dispatched five hundred light cavalry ahead of his main army?"
Without allowing him to respond, I continued with conviction, balling my fist in front of my chest.
"It's because the wise King Greymane foresaw our needs and sent his swiftest soldiers to make a difference!" I declared. "By sending Lady Lana of House Crowley ahead, he made it clear that he was prepared to send Lord Darius to reinforce the front regardless."
"That—"
"All I did was simply ask for what King Greymane had pledged," I interjected, flashing a smile. "So you see, it was impossible for me to wrestle any authority from your king... Unless you are suggesting that Lady Lana and her five hundred were all that the noble and wise King Greymane intended to send in the first place, even while the rest of the Alliance sends thousands?"
I punctuated my statement with a derisive laugh before fixing the ambassador with a skeptical look. Folding my arms across my chest, I dared him to admit something that would reflect poorly on their king.
"That—" The Gilnean ambassador faltered, his gaze darting around for support, but finding none. Many of the diplomats, realizing what King Greymane had intended, did not look pleased. On the Stormwind side, however, there was barely contained amusement, and King Llane appeared more relaxed. It was time to push the ambassador over the edge.
"Well, ambassador?" I prompted impatiently, stepping into his personal space. "Are you going to slander your king?"
The ambassador, who had been brimming with confidence moments before, paled as he realized the implications of not putting his king in the best light possible. In the end, it wasn't me who pushed him over the edge, but the resounding belly laugh that erupted from Benedictus.
"M-my apologies... I had not realized my king had such plans." The now-pale man stumbled over his words as he made his way back to his seat. Unfortunately for him, he was seated close to the laughing Benedictus.
Whew... gaslighting—successful!
With Gilneas addressed, all eyes turned to the last group that could pose a question before the round-robin resumed. Benedictus finally composed himself and turned to me.
"Well, Lord Callan, I must say, it has been an eye-opening experience," he began as he approached me. "I only have one question for you, and then I'll pass on the rest."
"As you wish," I replied, not expecting any difficult questions from the Church of the Light.
"Despite High Priestess Liadrin's best efforts, we have been unable to replicate what you did to that fire demon you struck down," the middle-aged man said in frustration. "Our priests have tried to combine their faith, but there have been setbacks. How were you able to do it?"
Oh, that... how would I go about explaining that? Let's just stick with the truth.
"To be honest, Bishop, I'm not too sure myself," I replied. "All I knew was that we were in danger, and I needed a solution to our dilemma. The Light provided one, and... well, what happened, happened."
The bishop looked disappointed, so I decided to voice my theory on why they were failing.
"I think, Bishop, that it was because our need at the time was dire that the Light granted us that...miracle," I said, noticing the frowns from the conjurers and mages present at the word 'miracle'. To them, there was always an explanation for everything; 'miracles' was a word used by the uneducated. "You are probably trying it in a safe and controlled environment."
Benedictus shot me a look, prompting me to elaborate further on my theory.
"In short, the priests that attempted that feat were never in any true danger," I continued, obliging the possible future traitor's request. "The Light is powered by our faith and wielded by our intent; it is also a benevolent force in the greater cosmos. It comes at our request, heals at our pleading, defends us when we need it. It is not something to be wielded like the arcane mysteries that the respected conjurers and mages in attendance do."
The Bishop's eyes widened before his face slowly morphed into one of contemplation. After a few moments of silence, he smiled at me with respect.
"My teacher was right about you," Benedictus said softly. "Talking with you has brought me unexpected enlightenment."
With that, he bowed and retreated back to his seat, his mind seemingly full. He wasn't the only one; Abbot Winston by the king, my girls, and the Church priests were all in a daze, judging by their faces. I had no clue what they could have gained from what I said, but at this point, good for them. Honestly, at this point, they could probably draw inspiration from what I had for breakfast.
"Now that the Bishop is finished." Krasus stood up right away with determination. "Let's continue our conversation."
I noticed how he didn't phrase it in the form of a question. Looks like he was now onto me.
"Dalaran would like for you to elaborate on the exact method of how you created the, as the survivors of the siege called it, 'Blade of Light'," the LARPing dragon man asked me. "How were you able to generate enough force to put away such a high-class elemental creature?"
There were murmurs among the conjurers of Stormwind at the revelations. The Dalaran side remained as cool as cucumbers, indicating that they must have debated among themselves for ages before agreeing on the questions asked. I couldn't help but wonder if Krasus was asking for himself or on behalf of Dalaran at this point. After all, he had been alive for thousands of years now; surely, he must have witnessed the Keeper Tyr in action back in the day, right?
Unfortunately, his expression was too tightly guarded for me to discern his motives. Well...it wasn't like I could debate the finer points of the Light with a bunch of mages. Knowing their curious nature, I wasn't prepared to deep dive into the mysteries of how things were supposed to work. Time to fall back on the cheap catch-all default answer.
"Well, that's easy," I said as I pointed up to the sky, making all the mages and conjurers look at where my finger was pointing toward. "The Light willed it."
"..."
Once again, Benedictus's laughter rang out for all to hear.
*** Stormwind Keep – Royal Garden ***
"Haaaaaahh~~~" I mentally zoned out as I laid my head down on the stone table of the canopy in the center of the royal garden.
The questioning took the rest of the morning; most of it was just asking me to recount what happened during certain battles and why I did it. Those were easy. It was Krasus, on behalf of Dalaran, who wanted me to show some examples of what I could do that was tiring.
I could have said no, but the Red Dragonflight was one of the good ones. All bets were off if I let on that I knew about the Dragon Soul, of course, but right now, they were probably just curious about me. So I showed off mild spells like Barrier, Power Word: Shield, and Penance, among others. The mages of Dalaran looked very surprised by my Light abilities. I couldn't blame them, as everything I displayed had an arcane equivalent if my spotty memories recalled correctly.
Explaining and demonstrating the spells was tedious beyond belief, but for the sake of getting the Red Dragons onto the field, I played nice. Because I was pretty sure Krasus was going to visit me privately the first chance he got. Luckily, the King had put a stop to it all before too long, and while Dalaran wanted to know more, every other diplomat seemed pretty satisfied, thus ending my part in all of that.
I was resting my eyes in the darkness when I heard footsteps that didn't belong to any of the royal guardsmen in the area. I raised my head just in time to see King Llane, my father, and his Kingsguard making their way over. Hurriedly, I got to my feet and stood at attention. I was just about to greet them when I spotted the small, runty shadow behind the king.
'Was that—is that—?!' I couldn't help but let my lips twitch upward into a smile as I saw little Varian, no taller than his father's hip, peeking out shyly from behind the king's back. Upon making eye contact with me, he yelped and hid his face into his father's back, much to the king's amusement. Looking at the little boy now, I would never have believed that he would grow up to be as strong as he did.
Kid-Varian sported a short haircut that looked a bit unruly, and he had these bright blue eyes filled with youthful innocence and exuberance. That made sense since he hadn't seen his kingdom fall yet, and he wouldn't if I had anything to say about it. He was wearing simple clothing; well, compared to the noble children I saw in Lordaeron anyway. Basically, it was a shirt, pants, belt, and a small royal blue cloak. This wasn't that the kingdom was poor. No, the real reason was because a more elegant wear was just impractical to fight in.
"So shy now, hmm?" King Llane asked the little boy in an amused tone as they stopped under a canopy. The Kingsguard immediately fanned out to secure the area while my father stayed under the canopy with us. The King turned to me. "How fares your health, Callan? I'm sorry that you had to be paraded around so soon before our allies, but needs must."
"No, my king." I started to kneel but saw the king frown. Relaxed decorum it was, then. "They are our allies and your important guests. I am just glad I could have been of assistance."
The king sighed deeply and turned to shoot my father an apologetic look. "Forgive me, Anduin. I shouldn't have sent him north. He now talks like one of them."
My father snorted in amusement and grinned. "With how close you and Lordaeron will become, best get used to it, Llane."
"I intend to do no such thing!" the King exclaimed with an indignant tone before his expression turned sly. "Taria made the match, so she'd deal with the finer necessities. At most, I would have to mind my manners around Terenas. Admiral Proudmoore doesn't care for such pomp and circumstances. And well, Thoras and I are basically cut from the same cloth, according to my wife."
"Don't intend to play nice with Alterac and Gilneas then?" My father raised an eyebrow at his friend. "That's discriminatory."
"Come, sit, Varian," the king beckoned to the shy boy, who kept sneaking glances my way but quickly looked away whenever I caught his eye.
Without the king needing to say anything, two maid servants who I had never seen before made their way forward and put ale and savory baked goods at the center of the table before taking their leave. The king, throwing manners to the wind, quickly grabbed a few and put them on a plate for Varian. Then he did the same for himself and exhaled deeply.
"I tell you truthfully, Lothar, I miss the days before the war," the king lamented. "Now, even while our lands are being threatened, I have to send my valuable legions to the north. I understand why it needs to be done, but how much longer are we to let Doomhammer rule half my kingdom?"
"We will get them out. Maybe not today or even tomorrow," my father said as he sat himself and poured ale into a goblet before drinking it deeply. "But I promise you, when this war is over, not a single orc will be left alive within our borders. Everything we lost, we will take back."
King Llane raised his chalice and held it up to Lothar before downing it. He then turned to me.
"You don't have to be so formal around me, not when we're alone like this," Llane said encouragingly. "I owe you quite a bit, Callan. No, I dare say Stormwind owes you much."
"I—I was just doing my duty, your majesty," I replied humbly. That, and I didn't have a choice, but that was better left unvoiced.
"No, you do not understand." King Llane met my eyes to convey how serious his words were. "King Anasterian wrote me a letter of greeting and made it clear that Quel'thalas is only a member of the Alliance because Stormwind is part of it."
Once more, the king emptied his chalice, and Lothar, from the side, refilled it.
"We came to Lordaeron to ask for help from a position of weakness," the dark-haired king said softly. "Yet, with Quel'thalas on our side, you have given us enough political capital to stand as equals among them. So thank you for your brilliance, my boy."
With that, the king toasted to me before downing yet another cup. I looked over to my father, who meaningfully looked at my cup and plate. Getting the hint, I toasted to the king before downing it and started to pick some of the snacks. We ate for a bit in comfortable silence before the king caught his son's eyes going to me once more.
"I swear, when you weren't here, I couldn't go a minute without this little one pestering me for stories of what you were doing in the north." Varian flushed red at the king's words. "Him and Terenas' boy liked to take turns pretending that they were you holding off an entire army of orcs."
"It wasn't just Arthas and I, father!" Varian protested. "Taretha also fought the foul orcs!"
"Your majesty, you've been to Lordaeron?" I asked, once I got over my surprise. Now that I thought about it, there seemed to have been some mention of Llane being in Lordaeron when I was being grilled. But did he really leave his kingdom? Wasn't that quite dangerous in this climate? "Then who—"
"Took care of the kingdom while I was meeting with King Terenas?" King Llane asked, his tone full of amusement. It was then I saw my father shoot his friend a dirty look. "Come now, Heir of Thoradin, does your blood not call out for the throne? It was your family that founded this kingdom, after all."
"The wisest thing my family ever did was give it to you Wrynn's," My father growled out. "Light knows how you ever get anything done with how much people conspire to distract with issue after issue."
"And it was the most freeing I had ever felt," King Llane shot my father a smug grin. "I think I should have you sit in as Regent more often."
Anduin Lothar, my father, was very loyal to the king and country, but the threatening look he was shooting at the king was borderline treasonous. While I was aware of their friendship, seeing it in person put a smile on my face. Of course, that was when I realized they were diverting from the main topic: the fact that the king went to Lordaeron.
"Your majesty, where is the queen?" I asked. "With the portal open, she should be back by your side, shouldn't she?"
At the mention of his wife, the king's face became morose.
"Unfortunately for me and the rest of our kingdom, my wife turned out to be the best person to represent Stormwind's interests in the heart of the Alliance," the king answered a bit forlornly. "Her friendship with Queen Lianne is a great boon to our kingdom."
Oh. I guess that made sense; those two got along like a house on fire when I was there.
"Though, I must say that her heart shall be gladden to hear of your awakening." The king turned to give me a kind smile.
'Why?' I thought. Of course, my confusion only lasted for a second. I wasn't so dense that I wouldn't understand at this point. However, the king must have seen my momentary confusion since he shook his head.
"My wife and Queen Lianne often go to the Church of the Light in the Capital City to pray for your safety," the king explained and gave me a pitying look. "Unfortunately for you, she has adopted you as hers. Expect to be fussed and fretted over when you next meet."
At this, it was Kid-Varian who shot me a sympathetic look. Was Queen Taria that much of a mother hen?
"I see," I said neutrally.
"Though, thanks to you, she is due to return shortly for a brief time and not alone at that." The king gave me a meaningful look. My confusion must have tipped him off to something since he exchanged looks with Lothar who blinked and turned to me.
"Did Lady Fordragon not inform you about the new order the High Abbot is forming?" my father asked.
"Oh, that?" I answered. "I was surprised by the news, to be sure, but what does that have to do with the queen's return?"
The king and my father shared an exasperated look before the latter exhaled.
"My son." Lothar shook his head in disbelief. "With how much you mean to the Queen, much less the people of Lordaeron, do you really think the formation of your new order of the Light would be done without fanfare?"
"M-My order?!" I asked in shock. "I thought the Ab—I mean, the High Abbot would be the founder!"
"Callan." King Llane interjected, his tone deadpan. "Do you not realize that you are now placed on the same level as the Archbishop and the High Abbot?"
"Pffff!" If I had been drinking anything, it would have been sprayed all over the present company. "W— How...who? When?!"
The two men stared at me as if I were the dumbest motherfucker on earth. Not Kid-Varian though; he looked at me with genuine concern. Then, as if sensing my distress and not knowing what to do, he shot me a reassuring smile.
'Ugh, the sugar!' That was very sweet of him. 'That's why your Big Bro Callan is going to make sure no fucking demon shanks you, Varian!'
"Such an event is not something that happens every day, my son." Lothar's tone became fatherly. I guess we're just moving on now?! "We will have many noble guests from the entire Alliance in attendance. Part of the reason why the diplomats are already here was in anticipation of that."
"Oh..." I said humbly. I don't remember such pomp for the formation of the Silverhand. Speaking of... "Does that mean Archbishop Alonsus's order would also get as much attention?"
The king nodded. "It is as you say. However, they would have to travel to Stratholme, the cradle of the Church of the Light. My queen will attend that in my stead, along with Varian here."
Varian's father put his hand on the boy's head, much to his annoyance, and ruffled it fondly.
"I will miss him, but he needs his mother, and..." The king turned his head and looked to the south. "As much as I hate to admit it, that is where he would be the safest and furthest from the war."
Ah. Understandable. The only thing separating us from the Horde right now was Elwynn Forest. For the Capital City, the Horde would have to get past Dalaran, Alterac, Southern Lordaeron, and the Eastweald forces to get to the heart of Lordaeron. That was not even factoring in the wildcard that was Gilneas.
"Besides." King Llane gave his son a teasing smile. "Varian needs to get to know his future wife better. Isn't that right, Lothar?"
"The little princess did seem quite smitten with the young prince," Lothar, being the best wingman, agreed in jest.
"Father! Uncle Lothar!" Varian said in an embarrassed voice. The boy then turned to me to check if I was going to pile on him as well, only to pause on seeing me. "Sir Callan?"
My father turned his attention back to me. "Callan? Are you well?"
"Sorry." I knew I was breaking decorum, but I needed answers. Now. "But did you say Prince Varian here would be marrying a princess? Specifically, Princess Calia of Lordaeron? King Terenas's only daughter?"
"Yes," King Llane answered. He then turned to gaze fondly at his son who was blushing up a storm and focusing on eating.
Oh.
My.
God!
Did—did I butterfly Anduin away somehow?!
TBC...
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Callan is gonna do Callan things and if that means gas lighting the powers that be of Azeroth an so be it! Was I was game planning this I was like after all that physical action, what better way to have a palette cleaner in the form of a political shenanigans! I know people wanted Callan to out Krasus on the spot as Alexstaraz boy toy, and I was actually half tempted. But not today inner voice! Then of course we have the eventual meeting with the king and more importantly varian. That's my king! The rest speaks for itself, thanks you for reading!
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