Citadel.
Critic Citadel, Critic-Ishire.
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Salvadore with purposeful steps marched out of the premise as his mind welcomed a memory of the day he failed her.
"Your majesty, a lady asks for an audience with you" a maid had informed from the chambers making him groan.
"I assume she refused to give a name?" he prompted.
Before the maid could reply, Liza who was in bed with him spoke up. "Leave her outside, come here Your majesty" she invited.
"Shut up" Salvadore warned her through gritted teeth.
Liza shook her head in disagreement, she grabbed his sleeve and wailed. "Do not go to her, I am your love!"
