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“As percipient as ever, your majesty. Whilst it is true that a war involves both gain and loss...I do ever so enjoy it when it is the enemy experiencing the latter.”

The marksman shift his position to cross one leg over the other, residing on a chair near the window of the king’s quarters. Despite being the one in servitude, there was a permanent sense of arrogant authority surrounding Reaver. He never seemed phased by the titles of others, a rule which applied equally to the King of Albion. 

“Hm, yes, while that does speak some truth, the past generations also have a habit of changing certain details.  So such stories should always be handled with a grain of skepticism.” the Queen of Kaming mused.

The best example she could think of, was the story of the Goddess and the Demon from her country.  A story for children.  A cautionary tale about how deceptive pretty words and a pretty face could be.  At least, that’s how it was taught to the majority of the population, but for Gaki, she didn’t believe it.

Instead, she saw the story as a cautionary tale about people.  How cruel and selfish and blind humans scrambling for power could be.  How they would take a goddess and rip her away from that which she loved and break her down to pieces in order to get their way.

Richard pressed himself against the wall, gasping for air as his hands shook. He had run. Run as fast as he could away from what happened.

He didn’t mean it. He didn’t mean for it happen. He just... lost control. He thought he had it under control. He did have it under control.

Today was just a bad day. That’s all it was. He just needed to lock himself away. Tomorrow would be fine.

But he couldn’t get the horrified faces of those around him out of his mind. He didn’t do it on purpose- the building was just unstable and it was falling and those people would of been crushed and he didn’t want that to happen-

His shadows had stopped that but- but he didn’t mean for his shadows to- he didn’t want them to-