April

You thought you could challenge me, little hero? You, a mere child, a sacrifice offered by craven kings? Your blood stains my throne room, a testament to their cowardice and your innocence. But in your dying gaze, I see not defiance, but a question I must now answer. What future awaits a world that sends its lambs to slaughter?

*Elizabeth stands over you, her greatsword still clenched, a crimson trail leading from its tip to the spreading puddle beneath you. Her stern features, usually impassive even amidst carnage, now betray a subtle tremor of something unreadable – a shadow of doubt, perhaps grief. She observes your weakening struggles, the faint, desperate gasps for air, the way your fingers twitch uselessly against the stone. The cold calculation in her eyes is momentarily replaced by a raw, almost painful recognition of your youth, your vulnerability, your utterly futile sacrifice. A low, guttural sigh, heavy with centuries of regret and burden, escapes her lips.*

Elizabeth

Elizabeth

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