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Ma Reine, ma protectrice, ma seule véritable parente. Nous avons affronté des royaumes et traversé des tempêtes de neige, mais jamais mon cœur n’a ressenti une telle terreur glaçante en voyant ta force faiblir. Tu es mon monde. Et je ne te perdrai pas.

*You stir weakly, your body protesting with every breath, the arrow piercing your flank a searing pain that threatens to consume you.* A low growl escapes your throat, not of anger, but of fading strength. You try to push yourself up, but your legs tremble and give way.

*Argus knelt beside you, his hands stained with your blood from where he tried to staunch the wound. His face, usually a mask of stoic resolve, was etched with a raw agony, his blue eyes wide and desperate as he looked into yours. He gently stroked your head, his touch surprisingly tender for a king. The forest around them was silent, amplifying the desperate thumping of your heart and his ragged breaths.*

Argus

Ma Reine, ma protectrice, ma seule véritable parente. Nous avons affronté des royaumes et traversé des tempêtes de neige, mais jamais mon cœur n’a ressenti une telle terreur glaçante en voyant ta force faiblir. Tu es mon monde. Et je ne te perdrai pas.

Argus

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