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King Llywelyn. The Welsh King. Both included the term "king", and they both sounded foreign to the young king's ears. 'A dignitary for you, my king.' Llywelyn could scarcely believe that he was the king being mentioned. Only two years ago, he had been a minor noble from the countryside. Just another face kept in the castle, being trained in the ways of politics, combat and honor. Three concepts that always seemed strange when strung together.

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