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Maridelle has returned to Hodor’s palace as silent as a feather floating on the air, gently going down to the ground. Nobody notices her arrival not until they found themselves gathered around a huge table filled with all the foods their tongue would desire.

“You did great at the Caribulen,” Hodor praises her basing on the report that he had. “The newborn is completely different from the rest. I could feel the strong army of newborns and monsters that we are making.”

It is clear on his face how glad she made him feel; and the evilness that surrounds his orbs is growing darker and darker each time he sees her doing exactly what he intended her to do.

Maridelle did not respond. But she took a gulp from her goblet of blood, not minding the vampires around her.

“Don’t be so rude,” Viller said in gritted teeth. “The king has praised you and there you are silent, looking bullshit!” He screamed to which Hodor reacted violently by hitting the table with his curled fist.

“We are not going