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"Prince Kanaima, Your Highness the Queen, is asking for you!"
Kanaima fought back the disbelief that wanted to show on his face and instead nodded shyly.
The young messenger bowed briefly, turned and walked away. The captain looked sternly at Kanaima, he couldn't stand being interrupted in the middle of the exercise.
“Capitano, I am expected by the queen. You allow? ”Kanaima asked politely, although he knew that the word of the head of the bodyguard was far below the queen's command. But he didn't want to annoy the grumpy warrior any more.
"Hm, go on, get out! But today you don't have to turn up at my place! ”He growled.
Kanaima pulled off his helmet and walked away with measured steps. Only when he reached the crew quarters did he allow himself a smile. In his quarters, he took off his heavy protective clothing and rough undergarment and washed himself in a bucket. He wanted to appear cleanly in front of his mother. As he did so,
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