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Vladimir looked troubled. "I shall train to take down a colossus then. If that's what it takes to protect my love and my empire. I shall train to match a god in combat. Nothing shall harm a bug in my kingdom without waking my vengance." Vladimir looked to the window, losing his feirce composure. "I just wish we could come to an agreement. Sign a treaty or truce. If there wasn't a need for violence then I wouldn't have to worry so hard." He took his morning flask from his chamber's cooling area and took a drink, red staining his fangs for only a second. He then handed a flask to his wife. "A drink, my dear? And you, Desdemona?" he asked, offering her wine in a glass.