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Post by Beau on Oct 16, 2015 19:41:36 GMT
Crimson eyes stared down at the city from castle windows, a sigh left him as he stood there in a simple robe. Having not changed into his normal attire, he stood there in his bedroom in a mental debate. What was he to do? In truth he knew that he should try and make conferences with the other kingdoms, after all he should try to stay on good terms with them. The last thing that was needed was war....hopefully that could be avoided for a good long time, no one needed it. However what was he suppose to do right now? Try to seek council with the other rulers when he didn't even have a adviser of sorts? A frustrated sigh left him as moved away from the window and started to put on his normal robe. Once done, he heard a knock on the door and paused. IT was probably just one of the servants...always shying away they were despite his attempts.
"You may enter." Davyn said as he adjusted the purple cloth on his left sleeve.
(@arryn)
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