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Brute Heart of a Brute Like You
Ursa’s father sat on the sofa in the front of the room as if it were his throne; his arms gripped the sides lazily and his legs were crossed in a nonchalant manner-- it was nothing like he was before-- when the Vasil’s impending invasion grew closer, and the idea of losing, of failing, became more and more of a reality.
No. This was the appearance of a king who had all his problems solved.
“What are you waiting for? An invitation?” Ursa remembered where she was and hastily entered the room. The door shut behind her silently, Volkov expertly controlling the volume. She narrowed her eyes at the sight of the man. Ever since her mother’s death, Volkov was the only person who could truly get through to King Romanov and make him see sense. The little influence Ursa could cling to vanished at the sight of this man.
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