He believed that this significant shift would increase his chances of encountering Ragnar more frequently, fueling his unorthodox fascination.
"After a year of anticipation, my patience has finally paid off. At last, you appear before me, Ragnar Clementine," he murmured, his voice tinged with a mix of yearning and triumph.
He stood in front of a mirror, smiling wistfully as he studied his reflection.
In his eyes gleamed a mix of madness and method, reflecting the depth of his fixation on his formidable adversary, Ragnar. This moment of solitude revealed the true extent of his obsession, blurring the lines between admiration and rivalry.
Meanwhile Elder Cryica was deep in the archives of the palace, poring over ancient scrolls, when the startling news reached her—Ragnar Clementine was present in the palace.
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