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... dmund was close to entering his rut cycle, far worse than a simple fever.
"Say what you mean," Edmund snapped coldly. "I know you’ve already thought it through."
Edmund flicked his sword to the side, shaking off the blood that clung to the blade. Crimson pooled beneath his boots, staining the carpet so badly he already knew they would have to replace every carpet and wallpaper in the palace. He didn’t want his wife to smell blood lingering in their home.
"Only three peopl ...
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