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15th Jun, 2013 |
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"Saffron you must occupy the throne! Your father has succumbed to death. There are decisions to be made as the kingdom is in turmoil!" Saffron turned swiftly to face the chamberlain. "How can I postpone my grief to deal with these matters Affulu? I am not fit to untie my shoes as to untie these matters in the wake of my fathers death." "Then marry." Marry? Her face shows exasperation as she lifts her hand and voice. It is not quite that simple Affulu. I have no suitor and I am certainly not thinking about such a committment on the heels of my father's death. He swiftly moves toward and kisses her. She is stunned but not necessarily opposed. Marry me, Saffron. I have loved you and will take care of you and I will help you run the country. She wiped away the kiss with the back of her hand. " Affulo! you are mad stark mad. Please leave me." Call the maidens to bring me my mourning attire. He did not budge"I will return after your mourning. Please consider my request!" |
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