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    The rain fell in relentless sheets, drowning the cries of victory that echoed across the battlefield. Blood soaked the earth, pooling in dark patches around broken bodies. Fires smoldered in the distance, their embers dying with the storm.


    She knelt in the mud, her hands trembling as they cradled his face. The blood that soaked his chest had long since cooled, staining her fingers in a shade that would never wash away. His eyes, once bright and full of determination, stared blankly into the stormy sky. She had seen the moment his life was taken—watched the light fade from his gaze. She had felt it too, the bond snapping like a string pulled too tight. It left an emptiness inside her, a void so vast it consumed everything else.If you find this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the infringement.


    Her voice was hoarse from screaming his name, a sound lost in the chaos of battle. Now, there was only silence. Her tears had run dry, leaving her hollow, unable to do anything but sit there with him.


    The horns of victory blared in the distance, their triumphant song a cruel mockery of her grief. The battle was over. They had won. But what had they truly gained? Their king was gone.


    Behind her, soldiers moved through the field, tending to the wounded and gathering the fallen. The generals approached, their steps hesitant as they stopped a short distance away. She could feel their stares—sorrowful, heavy with pity—but she didn’t look at them. She didn’t move at all.


    The rain washed over her, cold and unrelenting. His blood mingled with the mud, staining the ground beneath them. Time seemed to stop, and yet, the world continued without her. The weight of what she had lost pressed down on her chest, suffocating and endless.


    Victory had come at a price. For her, it had taken everything.