King Julius
After my encounter with the she-wolf witch, I retreated to my room. Anger filled my every being. She was not to have made it. How could this have happened? I waited for night to fall again before leaving out through my balcony window. Knowing my son, he will be waiting not far from my bedroom door, wishing to encourage me to do as the mutt wanted. I know for years now he has been biding his time to take my place. If he could get by with killing me, I am sure he would have years ago. Same with that ungrateful daughter of mine. I know both of them have been secretly working to overthrow me. Meeting with my people and convincing them I shouldn’t be King any longer. But, of course, both of them think I don’t know what they get up to. Little do they know I have plans of my own.
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