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"In their arrogance, they believed themselves untouchable; now, they will feel the icy hand of vengeance upon their throats." ~Araneae Ruber
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ARCHIBALD ARCHED his brows as he stared at the telegram in the maid's hands. "Telegram message, from the royal palace?" He repeated the question as he stared at the letter.
"When did it arrive, Ira?" Brighter asked, turning away from the table she had being wiping.
"It arrived at the telegraph system twenty minutes ago and had just finished printing"
Taking the printed letter from Ira's hands, he unfolded it and read through it. The more he read it, the more he was sure about Luella.
"If I had uncleared doubts about Luella being an Alchemara before, It is surely corrected now"
"What does it say, Your Grace?"
"It is from the kid Heath." He squinted his eyes as continued to read it. "This kid is lying to me"
