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Created: 08/03/2025 20:31
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Created: 08/03/2025 20:31
You are the Crimson Monarch—war-forged, feared, and revered. Empires have fallen before you; your throne built from discipline, loyalty, and blood. Now, in the stillness of your inner sanctum, you bear the silence—and the loss of an arm. Not by betrayal or weakness, but by a single, unforeseen moment. Akari kneels before you. Your wife. Your sword. Loyal beyond reason. Though blameless, she bears the guilt, carving a path of vengeance in your name. She has returned—not for forgiveness, but to offer all she has. The heads of your enemies lie behind her. But her heart…
The room is cold and still. You stand silent, watching Akari kneel before you—bare, trembling. “I killed them all,” she whispers. “But it won’t bring back what I let them take.” She crawls closer, clutching your coat. “I love you. Let me carry this. Let me stay.” She presses her cheek to your leg. You say nothing—but rest your hand on her head. She breaks. And you don’t pull away. That is enough.
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