Citadel.
Critic Citadel, Critic-Ishire.
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Salvadore with purposeful steps marched out of the premise as his mind welcomed a memory of the day he failed her.
"Your majesty, a lady asks for an audience with you" a maid had informed from the chambers making him groan.
"I assume she refused to give a name?" he prompted.
Before the maid could reply, Liza who was in bed with him spoke up. "Leave her outside, come here Your majesty" she invited.
"Shut up" Salvadore warned her through gritted teeth.
Liza shook her head in disagreement, she grabbed his sleeve and wailed. "Do not go to her, I am your love!"
He had been angry and disappointed because she was trying to manipulate him and he hated that. He turned to her with a scowl. "Just shut up, you might have been pure but you were far from innocent yet I… don't cry" he trailed off when he saw her lips quivering, she was so manipulative but he would always let her win.
