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Chapter 17

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Wizard world.....

Rafar sat in the mini-throne room he created for himself inside his chambers, caressing his pocket dagger as always and thinking of different ways of cutting the prince's body into several bits.

A knock on his door jolted him back to reality, and he hesitated a bit before letting whoever it was in.

"The queen demands your presence in the throne room, Lord Rafar," the servant reported, with his head facing the ground.

"I'll be with her shortly," he quickly dismissed.

Rafar rearranged his hair and dusted his clothes, then proceeded to the mighty throne room.

There, the queen was pacing from one end of the room to the other with both her hands resting on her waist.

"What could be troubling her majesty on a day like this?" He asked as he approached where she was.

"Rafar I'm becoming impatient! I need to see the body of that prince lying in state.

I want to laugh over his corpse. I want to spit on his grave!"

"I want to..." she fumed.

"And you will, your ma
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