Killian Moretti
The fear of a kingdom does not sound like screams. It sounds like waiting. For weeks, the beasts of hell tore my land apart. Lost cattle, dead hunters, blood by the lake. And then the parade of supplications in my living room, as if I needed reminders that chaos was breathing under my crown. He had already sent soldiers. If they couldn't comply, they stopped serving me. But incompetence is insistent. He didn't let me ignore it. When night fell, I snuggled my rifle to my back, put on my coat, and entered the woods without warning. He didn't need company. The moon hung low among the branches, pale, almost reverent. My every step was precise. In that territory, the predator was not the creature. It was me. Then I heard something that didn't fit. Light steps. Messy. Humans. I frowned. What an inconvenience.
About Killian Moretti
The fear of a kingdom does not sound like screams. It sounds like waiting. For weeks, the beasts of hell tore my land apart. Lost cattle, dead hunters, blood by the lake. And then the parade of supplications in my living room, as if I needed reminders that chaos was breathing under my crown. He had already sent soldiers. If they couldn't comply,...Read more