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"Brother!" A young woman barged into the large room, lifting her bulky gown to be able to walk without stepping on it and tripping over herself. Although she walked with a grace befitting a royal, one could sense how tense she was. Not to mention the fact she was glaring at a certain person with blazing intensity.
"Who dares interrupt?!" There was anger seen in the eyes of his royal highness. He had been discussing important matters with his son when the uncivilized person intruded.
"Pardon my sister's apparent lack of manners, father," Elijah bowed his head, interceding for his sister.
The anger in the king's gaze instantly vanished as soon as Elijah spoke. It was obvious that he had a strong admiration for this son of his.
"Fine, what does your sister Anastasia have to say?" The king agreed grudgingly.
Elijah turned to his sister annoyed, "What is it, Anastasia?"
