Amidst the chilling aftermath of the horrific incident at the Great Hall, the once grand, now haunting, red castle resounded with nothing but screams and the shattering of precious possessions, all at the hands of Malice. Fear had descended upon all its residents, paralyzing them with terror.
In the midst of this chaos, the young guard dared to step forward, his courage defying the oppressive atmosphere. He approached the Queen cautiously, well aware that no one else in the castle dared to question her authority.
"My Queen, what do you want me to do with the bodies of the princes?" the young guard enquired from Malice, a fragile thread of curiosity amidst the madness. No one else dared to question her except him. She turned to the young man and grabbed his collar as she screamed once again.
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"You, who appointed you?" she asked him furiously.
"Mr. Poxire" he mumbled, still looking down as a sign of respect. The queen turned her gaze, to her minion who always followed her as that was his name.
"H-H-H-He is smart! H-H-He knowledge. M-M-Magic." The little man spoke between the hiccups, stammering at each word that came out of his mouth.
She diverted her attention back to the young guard. "What extraordinary knowledge do you have about this Magic?" she asked him sarcastically.
"I know how your powers come from the... Realm." the young man whispered in a low voice, deliberately leaving a blank where the true source of her power resided. Her eyes widened at the mere mention of the word. She ordered everyone else out of the room, leaving only Malice and the young guard in the eerie silence.
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