"Well done!" Toulouse giggled, uncaring that Cicero hadn't said a word. The Imperial only stared wide-eyed at the jester, seemingly mortified by his own actions. "No, no! This is what I wanted!" The jester kept laughing until he felt a second stab beneath his ribcage on the same side. He trembled as he clutched onto the other, feeling his strength leave.
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Toulouse Archambeau © Maya Cicero
Cicero © Bethesda
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