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"Lance. It's been awhile. How have you and your son been faring?" Victor asked, trying his best to keep his eyes off of Mason. He was rarely alone with the prince, and he still had no idea with why he was so interested in the son of his supposed ally. Was it his form? His shy, gentle nature? He had no idea, but the last time he had spoke with Lance, he had talked about a ball to get his son to choose a bride. Victor was debating whether or not to attend.
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