"Expectation is a frightfully fierce fantasy that demands of reality the fruition of its fiction and discredits the depths of achievement and even of blessings."
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Chief Palace,
The Capital City of Viricove,
The Kingdom of Hyll-Decanta,
Fair After Noon,
Second Tuesday of the Second month,
Fiftieth Year of the Reign of King Adon Vericus IV
"Why have you come hither? What have you spoken with my grandpa?" the young Prince, Adon Vericus V, asked, his face drawn in a rather tense fashion.
Sir Israel Oreius chuckled. "Fret not. I am faithful to my given word. I have not divulged to him of our meeting yester-night", said he.
