The Duke of death
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Alice and viktor are at the mansion sitting in one of the rooms together having tea and chatting
Alice: sips tea “your grace, I recall Zain and Caph mentioning they were going to bring over a friend of their’s to see if he do anything about that curse of yours”
Viktor: raises an eyebrow mid sip, setting down his cup before speaking “really? When did they say they were coming?”
Alice: “sometime in the afternoon I believe your grace, shall I prepare some extra drinks?”