TWENTY
Richard stared out the stained glass window as the rays of sunlight flowed in to add a coloured glow to his face. It was that day, the day of his coronation and he was dressed in his ceremonial armour, his ceremonial sword hanging by his hip and the whole outfit covered by a long red royal robe of the coronating Cyriani kings that reached the floor. Unfortunately, the king-to-be wasn't feeling as good as he looked. His mind was disturbed by the very issue that had tormented him both day and night for the past few days; the witch in the forest. Against Aegan’s persistent advice, he had sent several parties out to the forest to search it; and even though they were exceptionally meticulous in their search, they all came back with the same report. There was nothing to be found in the forest,
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