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Toremo was with Sulie at the Balcony of the Palace.
“So, what happened Sulie? Where is the King now?” he asked with a quirky look at the woman.
Sulie smiled with venom, “The King is just talking to his wife, but he will be in my bed in a while,” she confidently replied.
“Really? How sure are you?” eyebrows raised, Toremo retorted.
Sarcastically, Sulie replied to Toremo, “So sure like, when the sun shines tomorrow and if we, vampires are under it naked, we will die.”
Toremo laughed and patted the woman’s shoulder, “Good luck then. Give your best performance woman,” he chuckled while looking at Sulie with mischief in his eyes.
Sulie widely grinned at Toremo, “As you said so; be rest assured my friend that I will do that. You will not feel ashamed that I am your friend Toremo,” she said with chin up with complete confidence in herself.
As a reply, Toremo made a laugh aloud, as if he was so amused by Sulie’s confidence. “So be it, then Sulie. Good luck again and hope to hear good news tomorrow.” He then excused himself from Sulie and walked away, leaving the woman with a wide smile on her lips.
King Timodore, went directly to his sacred room after leaving his wife in their bedroom. He sat down on his divan. He could still remember her wife’s crying face when he left her. “You are an asshole King Timodore for hurting her.” He castigated himself. His other side however defended what he did. “She lied to me, she used me and she made a fool out of me,” his other side murmured.
“Hahhh, she needs to be dethroned. A new wife is a solution. She will be out of my mind once I won’t see her anymore.” He hissed. He then lied down to his divan, closed his eyes, and tried to sleep. In this sacred room, no one will dare to disturb him.
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