Ronan IronsideThe stone walls of my tower were cold, unyielding, and merciless. Much like the stone weight in my heart.They pressed in on me, shrinking the space until it felt like a cage. Outside, the fortress was alive with noise, the clang of hammers on stone, the murmur of voices, the bustle of servants preparing for the wedding. My wedding…our wedding. But none of it reached me here, in this silent coffin of regret and solitude.I sat on the edge of my narrow cot, my hands clasped tightly between my knees, knuckles white. The bandage around my head itched beneath the coarse linen of my hood, but I ignored it, flicking the silver lighter I held in my hand and dragging in the nicotine burn of the cigar I held between my lips. My mind was a storm of memories and guilt, swirling relentlessly.How had it come to this? How had I, Ronan, the one who swore to protect, become the one who ignited the flames of war? How had I let that witch Selene blind me and ruin things so fatall
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