The King's Shadow Escapes Her Bond

Chapter 6

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iron badge a cold, he

belle's feigned look of pity or the smirking

was a soldier, dismissed from duty, heading to my new pos

his rage. My composure, my refusal to crumble, was an act of defiance he could not punish but could not tolerate. In t

his, a picture of soothing gra

, the shadows, the cold stone-it all faded into a gray nothi

over a decade, felt alien. It was a c

badge. Then I placed it on the nightstand,

, a mark of ultimate disgrace. They sat side-

much. A few spare black tunics. A whetstone for my dagger. A c

eart was a hollowed-out c

a vast, crush

earned. I remembered tasting his food for poison, standing guard outside his

body, and every single one had a sto

hem as medals. Proof

tally marks. The signs of wea

powerful connections, one that didn't come with the inconven

to bury. A past where he was weak, a second so

be seen to have needed

own. Or at least, chained up fa

It was cold and sharp and utterly devoid of hum

on the iron

going to the

at the edge of his world. I would not l

y breath, every thought, every choice had been

I was cut

nger my king. You are no longe

l rucksack. My gaze went to the window, to the high, dar

o get ou

peration or fear. It was a cold

bsidian Cita

y soul. A single, defiant spark in the darkness. It spre

, long time, I felt a tremor

ing, exhilarating

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The King's Shadow Escapes Her Bond

Xi Yue Werewolf

“For twelve years, I was King Damien's secret blade and his most loyal shadow. I took silver daggers to my chest and shed my blood to clear his path to the throne, all for the promise that I would one day be his Luna. But at his victory feast, the man I loved held the hand of a highborn noblewoman and announced her as his fated mate. In front of the entire laughing court, Damien looked at me with absolute coldness. He publicly stripped me of my rank as his personal protector. "You are demoted to the Northern Wall." He threw a cheap iron guard's badge at my feet like I was a stray dog. Later that night, he kicked down my door, pinned me against the wall, and threatened to make me regret ever defying him with my silent obedience. He wanted me to cry, to beg, to show him I was still his pathetic, devoted pawn. It turned out that while I was suffering in the dark for him, he had been secretly spending his winters courting her. My twelve years of life-and-death sacrifices were nothing but a joke, a convenient stepping stone he was now desperate to throw away. I didn't shed a single tear. Instead, I crushed his family crest in my bleeding hand, packed my dagger, and climbed out the window into the night. I was done being his weapon. But just as I slipped into the shadows of the royal garden to escape the Citadel forever, a cold, commanding voice cut through the darkness. "Who's there?"”