It was dusk again in Ascencia. Behind the tall, fine walls of the palace, King Nixon and his councilmen had just passed a verdict on the mistress’s messenger c*m lover, Argzbar, and Prince Eric witnessed everything, he even heard a lot about the tried man. The witch had used her powers to prevent him from ageing and there he was looking like someone in his mid-thirties.
Immediately after the trial, Prince arose from his seat and excused himself from the gathering. For one reason or the other, he experienced headache and therefore he yearned to take a bed rest. He got to his chamber and had succeeded in sleeping for just an hour when someone came knocking on his door. Eric stirred and tossed on the bed, his lashes lazily drifting open. The first thing he noticed was that darkness had finally……
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