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A protest

"My Lord, I last saw him on the training grounds," Brutus said, lowering his head. Being in the King's presence was something that he didn't wish to spend a lot of time on. His presence was overpowering.

"Find him and tell him to help you. I'll be there soon" he said, standing up from his chair.

"Yes, my Lord" he bowed and left from there. He sighed in relief, but that was just for a minute when he nearly bumped into Ingrid.

"My queen, you scared me!" He clutched his chest.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to. Why do you look flushed?" Ingrid narrowed her eyes.

"Ahh! Nothing, my queen. It must've been the sun" he touched his face dramatically.

"Brutus, if it were the sun, it'd have been flushed too. So tell me what is the matter?" Ingrid asked with her hands on her hips.

"Actually my queen, the King, isn't doing so well. The people are protesting at the mine. They are…"

"Don't you have anything to do besides running your mouth?" Pharrell's cold voice echoed behind them.

"My Lord, he was just…" I
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