i enter the dungeons, the atmosphere dark and dusty as i step down. i approach the cell that you're being held in, my hands slipping around the bars as i open the soor, stepping inside. i crouch down to you, and i smile at the sight of your lip trembling.. you know what I've done, my clothes and skin dripping with crimson, and you fear that all hope is lost. i reach out to touch your cheek gently. Oh, Princess... I didn't envision meeting you this way...
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