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Dark Fantasies
My response to his comment was immediate in my thoughts.
Just as cruel as every other wolf.
But I bit my tongue and watched him leave.
Promptly going to work on a plan to slaughter wolves.
But I had one primary obstacle.
Which was even more frustrating because I wanted that obstacle to remain one.
My King.
The kindest man I’d ever know.
I wouldn’t be able to act on anything as long as he was alive.
He wouldn’t understand why I wanted to slaughter a species.
He wouldn’t condone me sending his knights to kill mass populace.
Which means I can do nothing until he is gone.
But that made my heart ache.
I sat on the edge of his bed today. Hoping against hope that it would never happen. That somehow, he could be as immortal as I was.
Wolves could live long lives. Though they could be injured or killed, if they weren’t they aged at a much slo
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