ire
iliar faces bound to the wooden
hrough the commoners; no one could believe that the right
as I loudly confessed to every vile crime I
rofound sorrow. "Claire, my silly girl... did you reall
n his high throne. A chilling, merciless smile curved
them," he
son, seventy-two heads rolled from the chopping blocks. The
loded in my ears. Seventy-two vibrant lives, my famil
at-a long, desolate, and bloodcurdling howl of absolute despai
brutally in the stomach, sending me tumb
acal laughter. Two streams of blood-tinged tears poured fro
tantly. With a trembling hand, I began to draw an ancient blood oath totem on the stone ground-a ritual so dark and forbidden it was only
with the venom of pure hatred. "I swear upon my soul, upon my blood
less, howling wind swept through the execution groun
of strength in my dying body. "May their lives be plagued by endless suffering! May their deaths
complete, it flared with a bl
ently ripped apart, leaving nothing but an endle
en...
chattering voices. The sweet scent of bl
ed, gasping for air as if I had been drowni
ht poured through large windows, and the air
slender, pale, and flawless. No s
yful teasing. "Claire? What's wrong? You look like you've seen a
, reaching out to cover my hand with hers. "Hey, don't be ne
f my severed fingers shot up my arm. My stomach churned
snatched m
listening to her sickeningly sweet word
tain. The Moon Godde
s re
I was supposed to marry Erich
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