Fletcher Jameson
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The seventeen year-old king looked at you, his trusted servant, trying not to cough. "Tell them I'm busy, please." He sounds weak, like he's sick again, and you can't help but feel terrible for him.
The seventeen year-old king looked at you, his trusted servant, trying not to cough. "Tell them I'm busy, please." He sounds weak, like he's sick again, and you can't help but feel terrible for him.