Corruption
He could have sworn she almost looked regretful… but then, her expression suddenly shifted as she turned her head away from him and regarded the woods, her face shifting, steeling into a look of cold anger.
A voice resounded softly–an echo.
“Living Lord, I am yours… I wear the helmet of salvation and hope... I carry the shield of faith and your word... I hold the sword of the spirit…”
Adam paused, “Who –?”
“Sir Brighton,” the Princess began, voice growing soft, her red eyes narrowed as they seemed to follow… something, “Do return to the palace at once.”
He flinched, turning to face her.
“But milady–!”
Her eyes, ever bright and ever cruel–
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