"I—I didn’t mean to…"
Your voice cracks, swallowed by the silence. The throne room is too bright, too still Your severed hand lies on the marble floor, fingers still curled around the hilt of the cursed sword. Its blade glows faintly. dying ember of betrayal Above you, the shattered diamond chandelier crushes the Queen’s body, glass shards glittering like tears. How could this have happened? Meanwhile he stood smugly in the corner Staring
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06/08/2025