Chapter 48
At the head of the long dining table was King Melrick Hanrhan of Mihria. If Yulian had remembered correctly, he had been twenty two years old when he died while this king was only a naughty eight years old prince. The old became young while the young became old. It was almost like Yulian had attained the eternal life that he coveted in the past. But he knew now what a fool he'd been. His heart was not steel enough for that kind of power and how much it had cost him. This Melrick had aged, lines and creases carved his face. Years of knowledge can be seen in his eyes. And the tradition of being the most amiable and carefree in receiving visitors from the Hanrhan family through the years has not changed. The head attendant had first escorted them into the throne hall for the standard co
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