She enlisted me…but I could see her doubts.
A discarded, horn-shattered monster with blood on his hands and a price on his head.
But I am not broken.
Not where it counts.
She thinks I’ll protect her.
That I’ll fight for her, kill for her, kneel for her.
She’s not wrong.
But there’s a cost.
I don’t protect for free.
I don’t kneel without taking.
And once I take her…
I’m never letting go.
Not even if the kingdom burns around us.
She whispered my name like it meant salvation.
Now it means war.
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