โพ ๐ผ๐ก๐๐ค๐ ๐๐ ๐๐: ๐ฝ๐ ๐๐ค & ๐ฝ๐ฃ๐๐๐๐๐ค โพ
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๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐. Everything was ready, he just now had to wait for her. The Sibyl had predicted that she will be the one to bring her the happiness he craved for. It had been more than a century since he had lived, alone. And now, a hope like this might destroy him. But it was a risk he knew he had to take.
"The soldiers are ready, my King," the voice of his Beta resonated in the empty throne room.
He often found himself sitting on the massive throne of stones, gazing at absolutely nothing. The mind of his had a voice of its own which often entrapped him. Left him wondering what his life might have been if the crown didn't adorn his head.
If he wasn't the King.