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Somewhere in the Netherlands.

"She's pregnant," the blue-eyed man frowned as he raised his head to look at the starless night above. His voice echoed inside the room that was dimly lit by a couple of candles.

"She's a woman- a married woman. Of course, she would get pregnant." A voice full of mockery responded. "You just couldn't help yourself, could you?"

"I believe he is not worthy." The blue-eyed man answered. "The seat was handed to him. Unlike all of us, he never had to work for it."

"That is not something you can decide." Another croaky voice echoed. "Harringfort… you disappoint me."

The blue-eyed man turned towards the older men sitting at the circular table. He smiled as he looked at their various expressions. This was already expected. After all the things he had done, this reaction was something he had already expected. "Then… I will accept my punishment." He said.

"Do you understand why we are punishing you?"