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Tell me why you want to appoint Setna as your heir to the throne?"
"You listened, didn't you?"
At Katthike's icy tone, Lata's smile slipped from her face. "Yes I have. But I ... ”
The king's hand intervened. "Then you should have
noticed that the edict also applies to me." Lata wanted to laugh in amusement, since when did Katthike have to obey his laws?
"My line of ancestors is also contaminated," continued the king and indignantly thrust his crooked foot forward. “You can't miss it, I think! And my son Kanaima is no good either! ”
“ But after all he is your own son! ”
“ Oh, what! He's a no-good. What I need for Askhar's future is healthy blood. I want a strong king, radiant and beautiful, a flawless creature. One to look up to, not a lame cripple. And Setna will be this king, he will found a new and powerful dynasty and rule over the Askharic empire that I will put into his hands! And I'll free my
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