Mot
Brutal.
William put an arm around her as he sat next her. He brought her in closer to comfort her as he talked lightly. "I couldn't agree more but for you i believe you can handle the burden your father had. My father used to tell me whatever comes to you was destined from the start. You were place in this position by fate and fate alone and its your job to carry it through. Preserve your legacy." He rubbed her shoulder in comfort and tapped the counter. "Bartender, I'd like two shots of whiskey not to hard."
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R.I.P