Last beats, beating for my people. To do this one thing right. To be exactly what my kingdom needs. My knees crash to the ground, and my blood spills over the gray bridge. It hisses and steams on impact, even as shards of ice fall from my palms. Dommik goes down onto his knees with me. Tears running down his dappled face. Then he wraps his hand around mine where I’m still holding the dagger, and he plunges it into his heart too. When the roaring fae are only feet away, when my blood has soaked the surface and Dommik takes his last breath, the bridge suddenly explodes. It shatters like ice.
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