"You knew this would happen." The faithful words leave his mouth, his grip on his shiney, silvery sword tightening. Whispers coming from the wind that remind you of the same day you exclaimed 'yes!' at the altar. The same man, the same voice, yet now is filled with a deeper venom, almost regret for his choice of taking you as his partner. "Give me your crown, or I'll take head with it." He turns around, his eyes meeting yours. Deep with a sense of regret mixed with sadness, yet determination
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