how might this be turned into two pargaphs?
“He needs to keep his temper in check,” the brown-haired knight told another knight whilst whispering, we are already sad enough over the death of our king, we need not violence at this critical hour.”
Amidst a conversation between two knights, the brown-haired knight expressed his concerns about their companions' temper. Speaking in hushed tones, he emphasized the importance of maintaining composure during their time of grief. Stricken by the loss of their king, he believed it was unnecessary to resort to violence, especially during such a crucial moment.
The knight, noticing the tense atmosphere, shared his thoughts with a fellow companion. Speaking softly, he stressed the imperative need to control their temper. With their hearts heavy from the recent passing of their king, he argued that resorting to violence would only exacerbate their sorrow and distress, urging his comrade to reflect on the gravity of the situation.
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The next morning the sunlight fell through the stained-glass windows, bathing Atkillra’s hair in golden sunlight. She slowly awoke and simply lay there, sleepy eyed. Her long brown hair sprayed out across the floor; her slender nose caked with snot from snuffling the night before.
As the morning rays filtered through the intricately designed stained-glass windows, casting a golden glow across the room, Atkillra stirred from her slumber. Groggy and still half-asleep, she lazily blinked her eyes open, taking in her surroundings. Her tousled, long brown hair splayed out haphazardly, cascading down onto the floor in disarray. A remnant of her restless night, her slender nose was smeared with dried snot from the occasional sniffling that had come with her sleep.
Stretching her limbs and forcing herself into a more wakeful state, Atkillra took a moment to absorb the beauty of the morning light. The golden hues danced on her hair, transforming it into a radiant halo, causing her drowsy gaze to turn dreamy and contemplative. Despite the unruliness of her appearance, she couldn't help but feel a sense of tranquility in the golden embrace of the sunlight, a stark contrast to the disarray of her tousled mane and the remnants of her nighttime sniffles.
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Servants tended the dead king, setting everything, from his hands to his fluffy white pillow, one servant deemed the pillow not fluffy enough and sent a servant to get a fluffier one, but when that one was deemed still not fluffy as should be, they cut a hole in it, stuffed it with more feathers and then sewed it. After which they stuck it in a red pillowcase, in order to hide the pillow’s scar.
Amidst the mourning atmosphere, a group of diligent servants attended to the body of the late king. With utmost care, they meticulously arranged every detail, ensuring even the positioning of his lifeless hands and the comfort of his pillow. However, one servant found the pillow to be lacking in fluffiness and promptly dispatched another servant to fetch a fluffier one. Yet, even with the replacement pillow, it failed to meet the demanded level of comfort. Determined to rectify the situation, they decided on a rather unconventional solution. With a swift motion, they carefully cut a small opening in the pillow, skillfully added more feathers, and skillfully sewed it shut. To conceal their alteration, the servants then placed the enhanced pillow inside a vibrant red pillowcase, successfully concealing any traces of the pillow's previous imperfection.
They were in a large hall, made mostly of archways, this hall with a ceiling of some twenty feet from the floor, was thirty feet wide, and ninety feet long. On one end there was a double door made of spruce wood and on the other end a single stained-glass window and beneath it, the king’s coffin set in the light which filtered through.
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Nestled within the grandeur of a large hall, the architecture predominantly featured elegant archways, lending a sense of opulence to the space. This expanse, boasting a lofty ceiling that stood around twenty feet above the floor, spanned a width of thirty feet and stretched an impressive length of ninety feet. At one end of the hall, a set of double doors, meticulously crafted from spruce wood, commanded attention. Positioned at the opposite end resided a solitary stained-glass window, serving as the focal point of the chamber. Bathed in the ethereal glow of sunlight streaming through the vibrant glass, a poignant sight awaited; the king's coffin, resting solemnly beneath this luminous filter of light.
“Out!” Maltan commanded all the servants anger in his voice as he marched into the large room, the servants heard his booming voice and jumped, even though he was ninety feet away ,and they like mice, scurried past him and out the double doors, closing them with a wooden groan as they left.
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With an authoritative tone that reverberated through the vast hall, Maltan bellowed, "Out!" Startled by the commanding presence of his voice, the servants immediately snapped to attention. Despite the considerable distance of ninety feet that separated them from Maltan, they scurried past him like frightened mice. Their hurried footsteps echoed in the chambers as they hastily made their way towards the double doors, managing to close them with a creaking groan as they fled the room, leaving Maltan to his solitude. The lingering sound of the doors sealed their departure, enhancing the atmosphere of isolation within the spacious chamber.
Ma was alone in the room, there was only him and his dead king. He slowly approached the coffin; the king’s face was not recognizable from eighty feet away. All was silent, there was not a sound, not a single noise, save the rhythm of Ma's heavy black boots as he approached the coffin and his armor jingly only slightly for he approached slowly. As Ma got closer the king’s face grew more recognizable till Malok stood before the king, looking down at the emotionless face.
Do the same with this, but make it twice as long