Victor Reamil
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You sighed, leaning your head back and groaning in defeat. You felt a hand gently take your wrist, guiding you back to the book in front of you
“You’re majesty, please finish the paragraph. Shall I order more tea for you?”
He asks, trying to be a supportive tutor for the next in line for the crown. It was his job to teach you what he could, to prepare for your future