âPain is weakness leaving the bodyâ
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#5; with a stab wound
Winced hand covering side where knife just plunged into, crimson metallic liquid oozed out staining both his hand an the dark robe he wore, thankfully dark colors didnât expose much blood. Blue eyes hazily heavy from amount blood loss then the pain, breathes were heavy.
âY..You highness. Assassin sent is eliminated.â worded sluringly, he sat down on step in throne room in attempts to collect himself. Small grunts audible as a sign that the pain limited his movements now in his current physical state.Â












