The Queen And The Cursed Warlord

eerie silver beams over the stone pathway, barely illuminating the figures that stood shrouded in the dimly lit passage, their forms almost bl

usand secrets. If anyone had the misfortune of passing by and listening carefully, they might have caught sni

His voice was low, but it trembled with barely contained irritation. The cool night air seemed to press in on him, making him more agitated. He took

lash of their eyes, wild and defensive, could still be seen. "You think I've forgotten?" Their voice, though steady, carried an edg

pens if we're caught," he growled, his hands balling into fists at his sides. His voice

ity of the moment settle over them like a stormcloud. Their throat tightened, a strange unease crawling unde

ow, tinged with something that almost resembled fear. "But we have no choice

slightly. "No, there's no turning back," they

y. "Now that she's with the physicians, what's next?" They shifted their weight from one fo

out the truth." The words were casual, almost dismissive, but there was an underlying cruelty in them. "N

agonizing way it robbed a person of their strength, their life. They had seen the effects up close, and it

hink she'll have time to do anything? Think about it. By the t

lusions about the potency of wolfsbane. A few drops could send a person into a fevered

shoes against the stone path, barely audible but unmistakable. The second figure's eyes darted towards the noi

registered in the dim light. The first figure, however, was slower to react, instinctively pressing themselves aga

a man standing in the glow of the torchlight. A flash of recognition passed through the first figur

sty. I didn't

body to remain still. Every muscle in their body screamed at them to run, but they couldn't. Th

ead slowly, their expression unreadable. Th

e-low, controlled. "Just needed some t

was unmi

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too calm, as if he had be

f the shadows, careful t

ression. There was something off about the whole scene, something Frederick couldn't put his finger on. It

red, not convinced by the king's words. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was

s stretched into a faint smile. "Very well. I'll be fine," he murmured. He ma

ht. He watched Lucien's retreating form, the king's steps confident and slow, and his gut twisted in conflict. He

ade a d

arden path, careful to keep his steps light

liberate, as he made his way through the dimly lit halls of the palace. Down towards the ki

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ck rang thr

l, white-hot and blinding. His vision

ped from his grasp, landing with

ng sharply behind him. The world around him spun

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