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... te, his muttered curses echoed against the polished obsidian floors.
"Freaking red-haired bastards. Calling me it? That self-important heir-prince wannabe... tch." His hands were in his coat pockets, head low, steps heavy. "Enjoy your meal?" he mimicked mockingly. "I'll enjoy spitting in your soup next time."
He turned a corner without thinking.
"This whole bloodline thing is trash anyway. Black flame? More like black egos. Bunch of clowns prancing around in robes, thinki ...
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