The next morning, they were in the room that had been used for Kristoff's formal lessons when he was five.
"Kristoff, Young Master, will you be needing anything?" One of the servants asked.
Kristoff flinched before answering "Not at the moment, thank you." It did not matter. It didn't. Doom still cared for him; he was sure of it. ...Of course he was sure.
And soon they were alone again.
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