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The sun had begun to dip beneath the horizon, and Dominik was nervous, to say the least.

He didn't want to hurt anyone. Of course he didn't. This whole country was meant to be his. He was hurting his own people. That killed him inside.

But he didn't have much of a choice.

Today, he prayed to the Saints that someone would kill him already. Someone would come along and slit his throat, and everything would be right in the world. His brother– if he was still alive– would take the throne. And he would watch from above.

Of course, there was another way to end it all. But he didn't know if it was possible. Or if anyone was willing. After all, who would show sympathy to a monster?

No one with any sense, that was for sure.

As the sun finally rested her pretty head, Dominik was transformed.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐘𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄 | GRISHAVERSE OC FICWhere stories live. Discover now