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"Their empire of deceit will crumble beneath the weight of my wrath; I am the reckoning they never anticipated." ~Araneae Ruber
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WITH THE door outstretched for him, Archibald entered into a spare room what was prearranged for Luella just that morning. Carefully, he laid her down on the bed. They watched as he gently tucked her in, not wanting to wake her up.
"Your grace, you—" Merewin was about to greet once he arrived at the door. Archibald turned to him, placing his index finger on his lips, silencing him. The man immediately folded his lips in obedience.
Quietly walking about the room, he shut the door. Nodding his head, he gave Merewin approval to speak.
"You are back so soon, your grace?" He asked. Archibald and shook his head.