Celeste “You can't be serious, Father,” I said, staring at the seven-foot-tall man seated on his throne, disbelief and disapproval thick in my throat.I couldn't believe what I was hearing. No– I refused to accept it. It had to be one of his sick jokes. Taking me away from my soldiers right in the middle of a war for this? That was too cruel, even for him.He ran his hands through his greying hair, his heavy brows knitted together in distress. Even he knew how ridiculous, how vile this was.“Unfortunately, child,” He sighed. “I am. This is the only way,” he said, his eyes pleading with me to understand, but how could I? His words made no sense.I turned to my mother, desperate for help.She was trying and failing to hold back tears.“Mother, this is a joke, right?” I asked, stepping towards her, hoping for her next words to be “Yes.”She shook her head to my dismay.A dry, humorless laugh escaped me. This was a bad dream. It had to be. In reality, I was still on the Frontlines
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