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Princess Agatha approached her son, the king, with a determined step. He was sitting in his chair behind his desk, poring over some documents that seemed important, or at least more important than talking to his mother, so she had to clear her throat a few times before he finally raised his head and looked at her with a cold and distant look on his face. She knew something was wrong, but she couldn't put her finger on what exactly it was.
"My dear son," she said softly, "I know we have talked about this several times already, I know I am not the first to tell you, but you must listen to me. You can't keep doing this, you can't turn your back on your best friend, and to the leader of the elite team, I know that Iris was wrong to act in defian
