He Chose Her, So I Claimed My Name

I crossed the yard with my boots leaving marks in the frost.
Ilona
The help speaks now. She smells of the vault and turnips.
Ask her about grain, my king. Not law.
End of Chapter 4
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I crossed the yard with my boots leaving marks in the frost.
The help speaks now. She smells of the vault and turnips.
Ask her about grain, my king. Not law.
End of Chapter 4
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