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The Kingdom Tree branches clothed in gold swayed in the light breeze. The afternoon was a quiet one, at least for in a castle. The usual shouting of cooks at servants and maids alike filtered from an open window, while from another came sweet music. Was it Idrine playing the violin, or maybe Falmere and his reed flute? Both were too busy with themselves to bother with him. The apple orchard was quiet and lonely, just the way he liked it. Lessons started soon, but he was most likely going to stay here. Tranquility was a rare thing in a prince's life, and taking advantage of it and escaping to think was important. Maybe he should draw somethin

  In Ammelia's opinion, King looked like a hungry child in a candy store where you can eat for free. She thought she would never meet someone more enthusiastic than Bjornie, but that someone was right beside her.  It was a sunny Saturday. The girl was dressed in black, wearing boots and sunglasses, hoping  no one would recognize her. She walked beside King, with Bjornie between them. They went to a park nearby and Ammelia sit on the grass, watching the bassist and the little boy feeding the ducks of doom. She smiled, looking at them, and imagined King in corpse paint and with all his spikes feeding ducks.  Suddenly and for some unknown r