They say steel sings in the hands of an artist
Yet his shrieked.
For he was no artist and even steel was appalled with the slaughter.
* * *
A love story between a Prince and his servant.
They say steel sings in the hands of an artist
Yet his shrieked.
For he was no artist and even steel was appalled with the slaughter.
* * *
A love story between a Prince and his servant.
"𝐼 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊."
"𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝓎𝑜𝓊"
I love him, but I shouldn't.
Who would've thought I would ever say these words again. Especially, to the man that executed my lover.
(NOT EDITED)