BURLY SERVANT RUSHED into the throne room and, not daring to look into the ruler’s eyes, immediately fell to his knees and humbly hung his head. He hoped not to lose it after what he was about to say.
—Ladies, forgive me, but I bring urgent news.
—Speak—echoed the ruler’s voice.
—The Witcher is on Netflix tomorrow.
—You may leave.
—Yes, sire—the servant hastily retreated toward the door.
—Everyone, leave.
Surprised murmurs spread, but the king was left alone.
Who is this Witcher?—he mused worriedly.—Does that Netflix on which he arrives have sharp fangs?
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