"You think you've won," he whispered. It wasn't a question, but a statement.
My fingers gripped the hilt of the blade tighter, joyful at the sight of his blood at the small flick of my wrist.
"My dear, dear King, I know that I've won."
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Collection Of Dark POVs. Vol. 2
Short StoryThe princess didn't regret killing her father, come to think of it, she didn't feel anything at all. Such a small price to pay for power...
