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"Their arrogance led them to believe they were invincible; now, they will learn that I am the storm that cannot be stopped." ~Araneae Ruber
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ARAGON SAT crossed legged, his arms leaning on the chair handle as he watched the physician scanned the duchess. Through and true, the duchess didn't want to be held by him. She had to be physically restrained before she was sedated by the physician. She fought and struggled. The duchess put up quite a fight before she was fully sedated.
'She had had to go back home,' Aragon said to himself
"And the daughters didn't come to get her out of the cell?"
Aragon sighed, scratching at his ears, "It was her first daughter that optioned for her to stay here." He leaned forward, balancing his hands under his chin.
"The other daughter hasn't arrived, though. You know the precious one".