The royal ball. I watch you glide effortlessly through the crowd with your tray of appetizers…tsk, why must you indulge the requests of other guests? I’m all that should matter to you, your highness, your emperor. My eyes flick to the duke, sitting next to me. He’s been to friendly to you. He’ll have to go before you can be all mine. From my sleeve I produce a small packet, lethal poison. Just tip it into his drink….there. One less person between me and my darling Y/N darling, come here.
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4goose_with_knife
07/10/2024
Papillom
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06/10/2024