“…Heavy is the head that wears the crown?”
Sousoke Aizen smiled with benign patience at the sibilant voice, it’s whispery tones no more substantial than a dream.
“Mmm, perhaps. It has been a long day.” He answered that whispery voice, and took a sip of his tea.
“Poor, poor dear. Working yourself so very hard to bring about your plans, and look;
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