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Chapter 195 - 68 Gaw:

An open window shows the starry sky, no moon illuminates the darkness. Only the glow of a flickering candle at Mercia's bedside pushes back the gloom. She desperately wishes to reach for that light, to use it to push away the black, but her arms... her legs... She can't move.

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matthew gilley

If you change the descriptors of the king a bit, and maybe royalty in general, you can make a very well placed "stick up there ass" joke.....