ECLIPSE BORN
My father, the King, the man who had trained me, argued with me, disappointed me, trusted me—
Gone.
Murdered.
By a girl standing in front of me.
“You don’t even pretend to regret it,” I said hoarsely.
She studied my face with clinical interest. “Regret is a luxury of the victorious,” she replied. “And I am not done yet.”
Something inside me snapped.
I surged forward, stopping inches from her face, my voice dropping into something raw and dangerous.
“You dragged this kingdom into blood and fire,” I hissed. “You allied with a monster. You shattered everything he built— everything we protected, and for what? Power?”
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