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King Lazaro sat across from his Dridellian counterpart with a ferocious glare in his eyes. The din of the celebration could still be overheard, as they were not particularly far from the atrium. But the celebration was the last thing on either of their minds as they watched each other in cold contempt.
“You cannot do this,” King Lazaro said. “I have done nothing but respect your kingdom and the terms you have set for our relationship from the onset.”
“And I appreciate that, and I respect you for it,” King Nazar said, politely inclining his head towards him. “But circumstances have changed since the last time we addressed this matter, and Adaria has made it clear that she does not wish to marry someone she knows nothing about.”
“Well are you a King or not?” he thundered. “Are you a
