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Kyle Falls Sick
Kyle opened one eye to look up at his tormentor. He noted his room had a bright—disgustingly bright—light streaming through the window. Kyle thought about punching his harasser for the inconsiderate act of pulling back the curtains that kept his room dark enough for him to sleep. Repressing a groan as he rolled over and throwing one arm up to shield his eyes, he knew by the crushing weight of exhaustion that he had slept nowhere near long enough.
“Forgive me if I do not get up, Your Highness. To what do I owe the pleasure of your exalted company?” Kyle winced at the tone of his voice.
William smiled. “Sorry, Kyle. I know you only got in a few hours ago. Still, Father already wants more details than the guards can supply. What happened last night?”
William grabbed th
