PRESSING MATTERS

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Caspian stormed through the hallway towards the throne room in a fit of rage. It wasn't unlike he was conscious of what he was currently thinking as he was in a jumbled mess of overwhelming emotions. His thoughts were in turmoil as the words of the Queen kept resounding in his head. "Your Majesty!" Not lingering on being ignored by him, the guards quickly opened the door and stood aside as Caspian's mood when he approached was obvious. Caspian just stormed through without giving regard to them. It wasn't as though they were expecting to be regarded as well, definitely not in these kinds of situation. They were luckily not present the day that Caspian announced himself as king, but they heard on the grapevine that behind those friendly smiles, Caspian was very lethargic and dangerous.

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