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She told him of the Winter King, and Lucien scoffed in his mind about being less frightening then it. It did make him wonder what was going on though. Galen turned pink at her hugging his arm, leaning against his shoulder.

”I am afraid to sleep, I don't want to see him again,” He nodded as he patted her head. “I’m sure you won’t.” He didn’t know if it was the truth, but he was sure the ward will hold, for a time.

”Galen...Stay with me?" she asked, suddenly feeling tired, her amber eyes looking heavy, and loosening her grip. He lowered her gently onto the bed. ”Tonight, I don’t want to be alone...”

“I will stay, Narissa might not approve, but I will. You just rest Clara.” Galen said. “I’m sure you’ll be better in the morning.”

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Robin added a few more logs to the fireplace. The storm had passed but it left behind a chill that chilled even the Northeastern man. There was another Evil here, that much was obvious. Winters aren’t unnatural as this. Maelthra probably pissed it off.

That was also an enigma his Master wanted him to investigate. How was Maelthra Reborn? Was there a secret Bloodline he used? If this is so, that meant not only was the Shadow King Evil, he was cruel to use his own descendant like a puppet. Worse, was the secret only he knew about the Shadow King that links him to the Azura clan. For now he rubbed his hands together by the fire.

“This chill puts Valsirian winters to shame.” He muttered, “Even the Gryphon Rider would be chilled to the bone by this. I must contact my master about this unnatural cold snap.”