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"Your Majesty, my sword will pierce through that beautiful face of yours if you're not careful."
After the mysterious death of their father, twins Ranboo and Sylvia, learn that their lives weren't as truthful as they thought.
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Ranboo lied in the middle of the field, breath becoming short.
Sylvia clung onto her dying brother, trying to stop the bleeding from his chest.
"We did it you know." Ranboo whispered.
Sylvia smiled despite the tears streaming down her face. "Yeah, but it was all thanks to you."
The landscape surrounding the siblings was destroyed. The castle and villager homes were in shambles; the grass on fire; so many casualties.
"I love you, ya know." Ranboo said, smiling as tears welled up in his eyes.
"I love you too..."
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Ranboo sat up suddenly in his bed breathing heavily. His sheets were darkened by sweat.
Just a dream
Just a dream
Ranboo put his head in his hands, his heart still pounding.
What was that?
Nightmares like this would only happen if he was under immense amounts of stress, but he wasn't stressed.
He didn't want to go back to sleep, afraid he would fall back into his dream.
A coat in hand, Ranboo drapes it around his shoulders, quietly walking through the empty hallways of the castle.
He slowly closes the front door behind him, making his way to the cliff side.
The moon was barely in sight, covered up by the clouds.
Ranboo listened to the crashing waves below him, taking a seat in the grass.
"I keep having these dreams where bad things happen. It's either to myself, or the ones I love, and I don't know why." Ranboo was fidgeting with the cuffs of his sleeves.
"I have no reason to have this type of mindset, yet these dreams keep occurring."
Ranboo stared at the faded moon, waiting for a response, knowing he wasn't going to get one.
He sighed, running his hands through his hair and falling backwards onto the grass.
He folded his hands on his chest, watching the stars go in and out of view.
