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Third Person POV
He strode back towards the royal bedroom in a sour mood, slamming the door open with a large thud and letting it slam behind him as he walked in. Chelsea, kneeling on a bed of rice, didn't even flinch from her position, although her legs were in pain from kneeling and from the small pieces of rice embedding themselves in her flesh. She knew better than to speak, especially while he was in this mood. Instead, she bowed her head, completely nude, her red hair cascading down her bare back, her eyes fixed steadily in front of her, at the wall as he ran a hand through his hair exasperated.
"Goddamnit" he snarled "Today you should have just kept your mouth shut" he his
