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CHAPTER 126 – Something Is Not Right
~ Decan - the Darkhold~
Walking through the garden, king Karahan gently held his hands to his side, letting his beautiful slender fingers glide atop the flowers as he kept his lazy gaze ahead.
"Hmm, I wonder when Aragorn would call for another meeting and do something about the Aisle of Drakenflame," he muttered to himself and drew out his breath.
Bringing his hand in front of his face, his gaze washed over it, carefully appreciating the trickle of blood running down the index finger.
"Hehe," a light chuckle, followed by a premeditated smile and then his face went back to his usual indifferent manner.
A sweet expression that would make one not grow tired of it.
"Isn't this wonderful? I think about Drakenflame and I got pricked by a thorn. Bad roses. Bad omen. Something is brewing."
