APPOLOGIES, I HAD TO REDO THIS PART. IT WAS BUGGING ME.
A kingdom burning in fire.
There is nothing worse than seeing the peaceful place you were born in crumble to the ground in a matter of minutes. A single man calling himself King strides through the castle of thorns like he owns the place, thick wine blood dripping down his sword. The jewels of the kingdom have fallen, a suffocating sea of blue and orange swallowing everything it touches, strange men drag people on to the streets. . . the ones who couldn't escape at least.
The city is dead.
By fate or punishment I survived, cursed with the emblems painted on the metal arms and chests forever haunting my mind. Cursed with the scars of my sin.
A motionless body.
I let it happen.
Eyes that would not open.
I was weak. Scared.
Hair dyed red.
I killed her because I wasn't fast enough, wasn't strong enough.
But never again.
Death will be given to those who deserves it. . .
. . . what ever it takes.
Our hearts beat, but who says we are alive?
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Crown's Deception
Teen FictionQueens. Kings. Castles. A Kingdom burned with the scars of the past holds its false princess hostage in the hopes of retaining its power. But not even walls and war can keep this kingdoms dark secretes locked away forever. For even the most perfect...
