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Prince Alphonso got back to his room, and jump himself in the fluffy bed. He instantly dumps his head on the pillows, wanting to take some sleep. But then, he couldn't he has something to do. So, he got up from resting with a low spirit.He walks to the table area in his room and is quickly seated on the chair. Huffing, Prince Alphonso messages his nose before pulling out a piece of paper in his table's drawer.
Sighing, he takes the quill pen and dips it on the black ink as he silently writes his letter to King Edwin.
In his deep thoughts, he is worried about Lady Berenice's well-being, hoping that she'll get to learn her lessons from her case. Also, he wonders what punishment will King Edwin decides to take on her.
The Prince shakes his head to focus himself on writing.
'Damn, why I can't seem to focus on this?' He ponders to himself in a dejected manner
