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"c... c... c... CALE HENITUSE! WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!" Duke Deruth pointed at his fucked up son surrounded by several young handsome men while sitting on the Crown Prince's bastard's lap. It is the birth of the Henituse Duchy. He was told about the Crown's intention to turn this into a trivial thing but he never would have expected that right at this moment, this fucked up moment! His son! As bright as the flaming sun - as cold as ice - as lazy as the damn shit loitering around - has - haaaa. "CALE HENITUSE! COME HERE THIS INSTANT!" His son has somewhat turned everyone around him into a cut sleeve. "I REFUSE TO ACCEPT THIS! I REFUSE TO MARRY MY SON TO ANOTHER MAN!" Gods... oh please, you mother fucking gods, what kind of bullshit are playing right now... "MY SON IS STRAIGHT! GODDAMN IT ALL!"
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