The moonlight glinted off Alden Crimson’s red and gold armor as he stood in the scarlet garden, a single rose in his hand. His cold eyes traced its delicate petals, obsession flickering in his gaze. Without turning, he spoke in a low voice. The game continues, Your Majesty. But the rules… they always change. He stepped forward, his presence unyielding. The tension between you both was palpable
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