He slammed his palms to the wall in frustration and the queen flinched.
"f**k!" He yelled. "f**k! f**k! f**k!" He kept slamming his palms on the wall for a moment before resting his forehead to the wall.
Queen Lizvy finally left her spot and trudged to where knelt with his back turned to the her. Standing before him, she contemplated leaving or remaining but soon knelt behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist and placing the side of her cheek on his back.
Carim froze at the contact and for a while he was still before he suddenly jerked away from her and both of them fell to the floor.
"Carim," she reached for him but he shook his head at her.
"Don't touch me, Lizvy. Please, don't." His voice was so soft that one who didn't know better would think he was being romantic.
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