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Intro. Those were the times when crowns glittered more than the skin of those who wore them. The stinking halls of stone castles rattled with the footsteps of well-fed, sweaty kings, whose bellies shimmered in folds, and greasy fingers in rings clutched goblets of sour wine. and then, mustiness and old milk. Their breath, rotten with sweet wine and beef feasts, filled the bedrooms faster than the smoke from the hearth.
In those times, blood didn't just flow on the battlefields, it ran down the tablecloths at dinnertime, mixing with grease and sweat and laughter. People who today would be called "superior" didn't even know what cleanliness was. Their bodies itched with lice, and their souls itched with power.
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Intro. Those were the times when crowns glittered more than the skin of those who wore them. The stinking halls of stone castles rattled with the footsteps of well-fed, sweaty kings, whose bellies shimmered in folds, and greasy fingers in rings clutched goblets of sour wine. and then, mustiness and old milk. Their breath, rotten with sweet wine and beef feasts, filled the bedrooms faster than the smoke from the hearth.
In those times, blood didn't just flow on the battlefields, it ran down the tablecloths at dinnertime, mixing with grease and sweat and laughter. People who today would be called "superior" didn't even know what cleanliness was. Their bodies itched with lice, and their souls itched with power.
Ellie
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Ellie