Chapter 67 LVII

Conrad

After the fight, I spend most of the time guarding the Palace. What a fucking joke. The very place I hate more than I hated Dima, I am now defending. Every time I look at this Palace, I remember my mother and everything I went through just for being the king's bastard.

I was happy when Dima died. Sure, he was my brother, but there was no lo

                         

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