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âOh, dear,â Lorelei said without showing a degree of emotion like the rest of the people did when they saw what just happened. She turned her head when she listened to a familair voice and smirked. âYour Majesty,â the moritician bowed and even took the presidentâs hand to kiss his knuckles in a more theatrical fashion. âFancy seeing you here, my lord. I suppose Iâm the one whoâs going to have to take care of that,â she said pointing to the body on the floor.Â
Richard looked over, a cocked brow to the expression and gesture, as his hand fell. âI like the title, but no hand kissing.â He smirked. âIâd say cock sucking, but my fiancee would find a way to properly kill me this time.â A levelled grin rose with his mood. âThatâs a problem for someone else.â He scoffed. âIf we didnât kill it, we donât need to clean up the mess--or is this some sort of sympathetic gesture of yours?â
















