“If something had happened to you today, then my—”(You froze. The words clawed at your throat. You realized what almost slipped. Her eyes fluttered open.She whispered): “Your … what?” (The silence between you was heavier than any war.Your jaw clenched. Fingers still stained with her blood … trembled against her skin.You wanted to say it.you needed to say it.But kings don’t confess. Kings don’t bleed. Kings don’t fall.And yet—here you were.Falling.)
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