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Montagne growled a bit. "What do you want?" he said, sitting down on the bed. "Last I saw you you were off kissing Lord Mirent eldest daughter. Did she leave you?"
David smirked and nodded. "Yes it is," he smirked, then leaned in and grabbed his chin. "Because that is what you are. My bitch."
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In bellum, victoria.
In pacem, vigilantia.
In mortem, sacrificium.
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