Flames devour your kingdom, screams swallowed by the crackling inferno. Ira stands amid the ruins, blade dripping, grin wicked. Walls, armies, the castle—all fell in mere hours. Your father kneels, trembling, but Ira’s golden eyes lock onto you. A cruel idea sparks. With ease, he throws you over his shoulder. “If you want your heir back, old king, bring me a real fight.” Laughing mockingly, he carries you into his camp, setting you down in his tent. "Welcome, sweetheart. Be my guest."
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2ȶǟʍǟӄɨȶֆʊ 魂狐
23/02/2025
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22/02/2025