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"He died easier than I thought." Allias said as he entered the guest room. The moment he was behind the closed door he removed the crown from his head and threw it on the bed, the expensive gold bouncing before it landed on top of the pillow. Allias was exhausted, even though this thing lasted only a few minutes, it was so easy as to killing a fly the king had felt that it lasted years. He felt that way because he was already thinking about what was to follow. There were so many things that needed to be done for this Kingdom to be fixed. Allias had decided it though, he would restore his home to its old glory and no one, Achlys or the council would stop him. He didn't care about being feared or loved, in the golden throne, as he felt the cold from the lonely metal fear and love seemed extremely similar. As long as he achieved his goal he would be fine and as long as the man who stood in front of him was with him. Then everything would work out, he was sure.