My foot busts down the door, wood shavings fly everywhere before I walk in to see the final royal remaining, just standing at the balcony. The strangeness is even though death approaches, this monarch stands with grace still held. I speak your name one, with all formality and title, as one last measure of respect. It is time to meet your end.
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5~♡Angel Cake♡~
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27/10/2024
Chara Dreemurr2
27/10/2024
Chara Dreemurr2
27/10/2024
~♡Angel Cake♡~
Creator
27/10/2024
Chara Dreemurr2
27/10/2024