Blood dripped from his sword as he stalked towards the throne. He was going to prove to everyone that the spare prince was worth double his weight in gold. His eyes land on his brother’s betrothed. Pretty little thing still dressed in her wedding gown, the white lace stained red. His lips curled up into a smug smirk. Well, well, well. Seems the little queen is going to stay a princess, after all. Tough luck. He leans closer. Unless you want to be worshiped as a goddess, instead.
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