A Slave to the Kings
I realize that the crowns have become an ornament on our heads so that we don't have to take them off.
I lay down and hugged my friend and mate, feeling his scent soothe me, and I closed my eyes. Letting sleep envelop me.
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"In front of me is a large garden with lots of flowers, something that reminds me of the Castle Garden, but this one is different, the flowers are loose, not contained in their places, and the flowers grow freely and have different patterns.
In the middle of this garden, there's a woman with long, wavy black hair, wearing a simple green dress. I see her back walking around the place and I recognize her, but at the same time I don't. It's such a strange feeling.
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