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... dorl Zain, was exiled from the capital and sent to a pioneer city in the south of the kingdom. 𝗯𝗲𝐝𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝗹.𝐨𝗿𝗴

He was given the nominal title of “Lord”, but the people of the city did not take kindly to the way he was treated.

Half of the looks directed at the thirteen-year-old prince were sympathetic to the idea of a young prince living on the harsh frontier. The other half was a look of contempt that was clearly laced with hostility.

The city was not built with t ...

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