Chapter 61 - Royal Family


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    "Two Kings? How is this possible?" one noblewoman exclaimed from near the back of the room.


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    Drip


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    The blade trembled slightly in his grip, slick with warmth. His breath came in short, measured bursts as he pressed it deeper, feeling the resistance give way beneath the steel. A gurgled gasp escaped the lips of the man beneath him, eyes wide with something between terror and fading comprehension.


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    A wet, choking sound followed. Fingers, weak and desperate, clawed at his wrist, but the strength was already leaving them. The body spasmed once, then twice, before sagging against the chair, limp.


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    A fresh rivulet of crimson trailed down the edge of the blade, collecting at the tip before falling, joining the growing pool below. The metallic scent filled the air, thick and cloying. He exhaled, steady now, his pulse slowing as he released his grip and stepped back.


    He wiped the blade against the man''s shirt, smearing deep red across the once-clean fabric. The room was silent now, except for the soft patter of blood hitting the floor.


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    He tilted his head, admiring his work. Then, without a word, he turned and disappeared into the shadows.


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    My eyes fluttered open slowly, the haze of unconsciousness lifting like a heavy curtain. My breathing was shallow, uneven, as though I had been pulled back from the edge of some abyss.


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    To be Continued...