Goldilocks Estate, Lockwood Town, Northern Dawnstar.
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Have your daughter back, Baron. And I will have my freedom. Thank you, sir. Good day to you.
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Baron Marcus Goldilocks stared at the piece of paper his daughter had given him four years ago. It had always remained under his study table, a relic of a past that amused and vexed him in equal measure. In his free moments, he often liked to pull it out and reflect, smiling ruefully at his own folly. A boy—no older than ten—had made fools of seasoned schemers like himself and others in his villa.
Marcus, the youngest of three Goldilock siblings, had a knack for courts and intrigue from the tender age of eight. He was the political behemoth of the northern Dawnstar and he was bested by a mere boy - a boy they all called lackwit.
