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CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

She didn’t get the best for him to fail. It made her angry.

Someone else came in. He looked tired and stressed out but Octavia didn’t care. She hoped he wouldn’t put his sweat all over her castle floor. If he did, she was going to make him clean the castle from head to bottom. 

Death was better than doing such. It takes 300 people to comfortably clean the castle every day but then one person; unimaginable. 

“What do you have for me Gideon?” the Queen asked raising a brow at him. 

“We have found them.”

Octavia smiled, clapping. 

“Thank you, your highness.”

“I am not clapping for you. I am clapping for myself.”

“Oh,” he whispered audibly.

“Where are they?” Octavia asked getting up and walking closer to him.

Gideon got up and stood at attention as the Queen walked closer to him. 

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