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Author: YEMII WRIITES
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The lead guard stood just outside looking sharp, his helmet under one arm and his dossier in the other. “My lord,” he greeted, bowing his head.

Elijah stepped aside. “Come in. And I hope you brought good answers.”

"Yes, my lord." He said and saluted Elijah, who had sunk into a couch. "I made very sure I got all the information relating to him."

"Nice, please sit and tell me what you've got." Elijah nodded and gestured for the guard to sit."

Ignoring Elijah's gestures to him, the guard proceeded to speak while still standing. "After..."

"You didn't hear me when I told you to sit, right?" Elijah interrupted, letting out a low sigh of frustration.

A sinking feeling overwhelmed the guard as he mumbled under his breath and buried his stare into the floor. "We dare not sit in front of Lord Schwarzenger or look at him in the eye, my Lord. No one dared to, not even me...your ordinary subject."

Amused, Elijah released a loud chuckle. "The last time I checked, I'm Lord Schwarzenger and I.
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  • 0066

    Elijah leaned lazily against the polished mahogany counter, phone in hand as his thumbs glided across the glowing screen. The salesgirl’s cheap vanilla perfume tried to mask the exhaustion that clung faintly to the air while his detached reflection shimmered in the glass countertop. The double glass doors separating the waiting room and the main boutique parted, and Bartholomew strode in with measured confidence. Behind him, two guards pushed chrome trolleys piled high with garment bags and boxes, the branded luxury logos shouting money. "My lord," Bartholomew’s proud tone carried caution as he halted a few feet away. "Do you love these… or should we pick other ones?" Elijah slid his phone into his inner pocket and turned, his icing gaze flying to the trolleys. "Hmmm. I can’t come all the way from San Dicevey to the capital just for scraps. The most important thing is Naomi. Did you get a gown? Exactly her size and beautiful enough for her that she will love?" Bartholomew’

  • 0066

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