The bushes along the palace walls rustle the black silhouette in them, crawling on its knees. The cat eyes scan through the palace grounds, keeping a close look on the Queen, and her now concubine. The silhouette shuffles, the rustle blending with the wind, as the person climbs towards the west wing of the palace. The west wing is full of secrets. Dirty secrets from the royals, and their ancestors. The same black silhouette makes its way down through the grey, brown walls walking to the room at the farthest right corner. Wood creeks open, the moon casting its silver over the person sitting in the middle. The wine glass shines with clear liquid, as the stench of lavender and lilies fills the room rendering anyone heady. “What’s the news?”, the person in the middle croons, tapping their pinky nail on the glass. A naked body lies beside, covered with whip marks, tied with leather straps to the bedframe, almost lifeless on the sheets. “No… No news. They were just talking about Evander
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