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The King of the North
Juliet had heard a lot of things about the ruler of her. But she hadn't expected them to look so well. Sarah was wearing leather trousers and a loose tunic that showed off their toned arms. They were talking to a disheveled woman in a burlap sack who kept her head bowed during the entire conversation. Even though the throne room was full of people, there was a weird tension in the air like they were all terrified for their lives. Juliet looked as Sarah slowly raised an arm and casually combed their fingers through their short golden locks. She found herself imagining those fingers brushing something else. Then finding their way towards her damp way. Where'd that come from