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... y father would be successful in his plan and I can not let that happen, sir Simon or else I would not have contacted you. Would you still not help me?"

Sir Simon sighed as he listened to the lord, "how could it be, my lord. Your subject is always at your service, my lord. I have already informed the lady that my brother is helping me so that she does not become suspicious.

But looking at her trustable eyes, I am sure that she would not recheck it but what if his majesty came to k ...

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