In the shadows of the moonlit night, two figures stood—Seraphina, the crown princess with eyes like the dawn, and Sissi, the witch-assassin whose gaze burned like the embers of a dying star. Our love, whispered Sissi, her voice a blade wrapped in velvet. Is a wildfire that will either save this kingdom or burn it to ashes.Seraphinas lips curved into a defiant smile. Let it burn, then. We shall rise from the ashes, together.
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