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Chapter 5 by Torg Torg

What does she do?

She threatens him

The smell of stale beer almost made Angelica gag. She managed to avoid getting sick while she fiddled at her belt. She didn't have much room to move, but she got what she was looking for.

"Unless you want to lose something important, I suggest you stop and leave my room," Angelica said with more confidence than she felt. Learning to rule a kingdom helped in other situations, as well, boring as it was at the time to learn.

Krohan looked down when he felt something at his pants. He saw the princess had a dagger poised next to his growing tent. He loosed her shoulders and stepped away from her.

"My apologies, milady. I thought your question about latches was a thinly-veiled invitation. Please forgive this old man his peccadilloes." He bowed and moved toward the door, lifting the latch. He turned as he opened the door, saying, "Please break your fast tomorrow on my coin for my mistake."

What happens next?

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