The Great Black King
The great duchess, the phoenix who swallowed the sun - was sitting, a huge book in her lap, a worried face.
I was so distracted, so sure that nothing and no one would enter that place... that he did not realize my presence; his body remained motionless even as I approached, his eyes still fixed on the fireplace, even when I held firmly on my dagger and she simply did not hear the sound of my footsteps as I approached from behind, not until my blade had been sunk into her chest and my claws ripped her throat.
The blood gushed and the beats were gone, my eyes fixed on me as if questioning about reality, about what was happening and for some reason, I could not move.
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