Prologue
"Any last words?"
"You bitc-" Thud. The audacity. Maybe I would have let him rot in my dungeons if he begged. Probably not.
Looking around I see the remainder of their pitiful army surrender to my soldiers while theirs liter the field all in a pool of blood. Victory never gets old.
"Your majesty". I turn to see Eric, my knight commander, with the crown of the now dead king, "Another successful victory".
"Indeed. We are now one step closer to achieving our goal". I feel a smirk rise on my lips. And a visit from and old friend.
"Shall I ready the horses?", asked Eric, my head knight.
"Yes, Wellsburg is on the horizon".
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I'm the Sun and They're the Moon
Fantasy17 year old Celeste has been fighting a war with the neighboring country, Miran, for six months. She is the Queen of Albania. The war Is coming to an end but another one is brewing. someone who knows all of her secrets is plotting to watch her fall...
