My eyes drift downward. The iron stoker protrudes from his chest. That golden hair lies tousled on his head, glinting like a halo around his pale face. The king’s blood stains the same as his father’s had. Kai rushes to his brother, voice choked. “No! You were supposed to dodge, Kitt!” Dazed, the king looks down at the stoker buried in his chest. Touches shaking fingers to the gushing wound. His palm leans heavy on the desk beside him, leaving a bloody print atop his pile of parchment. My whole body trembles as I watch blood seep from Kitt’s touch, bathing scribbled words in scarlet beneath
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