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Three months later,
Ingrey's capital.
King's court.
The King strode into his vestibule with lethal grace, his sturdy chest naked in his obscure ensemble, emanating power as he marched through the castle he left three months ago. He spent these months in a neighbor Territory where he was relieving and addressing matters that threatened the Kingdoms that were under his control.
And in this time, he had developed rough stubbles scattered on his jaw and side burns. His murky locks had gone untamed for far too long allowing him look like look like a fetching ruffian.