Upper city.
Royal Castle.
[WARNING: VIOLENCE]
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"Igris". Queen Grizelda Vggladilsia leaned back in her seat on the throne. The sound of her voice echoed around the high ceilings of the stone-clad castle while her indolent eyes trailed sideways to gaze down at her second son.
"Yes, mother?". Igris bowed with a mischievous grin on his lips. Among her three sons, he was the most devious and queer probably due to his demonic attribute - but he enjoyed causing trouble.
