Lionel cried out ahead of me and I almost ran headlong into Madam Monita where she had halted on a narrow landing along with all the others, staring at the Dragon King. “What is it, Sire?” Horace begged as the king sagged back against the wall, clutching at his forearm above the stump where his hand had once been. “My Bonded,” Lionel panted, his blonde hair no longer quaffed to perfection but lying lank and clinging to his reddened forehead. “All of them are dead.” “What of the queen?” Madam Monita gasped, and he backhanded her so savagely that her skull cracked against the wall before she
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Oh nooo.. Lol fuck them
