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❝ you can't win. ❞
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ONCE UPON A TIME, THERE WAS A MAJESTIC KING AND A BEWITCHING QUEEN. They lived in a colorful kingdom where music and art were celebrated. They did not foresee having a child. But they lived in an enchanted land where all things were possible.
In time, the majestic king and bewitching queen were blessed with a beautiful baby girl for whom they wished only peace and happiness. Still, they had demons who pursued them. There was a ruthless beast who wanted to take their kingdom for her own. Armed with a pack of untamed creatures, she drove the other magical beings from the land. And let's not forget the wicked sorceress with enchanted stones that weakened the king on every full moon, making the queen feel completely and utterly helpless.
Seeing the shadow their enemies cast upon their home, the majestic king and bewitching queen were driven to send their beloved princess away. Convincing all who remained that she was forever lost. In their sorrow, they turned away from the world. The castle closed its doors and the kingdom fell. Some say that the only light that shines in the castle illuminates the shadow of the once mighty king and enchanting queen in the room meant for their child.
But as the ruthless beast took rule over the fallen realm, little did they know that the king and queen would not rest until their enemies were vanquished. For they believed that one day, they would heal the kingdom and bring their beloved princess home. So that she might live happily ever after.
An angry shout could be heard over the deafening sound of opera music. Klaus launched an empty canvas across the room in a fit of rage. His eyes narrowed into dangerous slits at his dear brother who lingered in the doorway, having witnessed his little temper tantrum.
"I suppose we should call this your white period," Elijah commented, eyeing the empty canvas.
"I'm missing a crucial color in my palette," Klaus claimed. "That of my enemy's blood."
"Well, I recommend a Venetian red with a dash of rust." Elijah hummed sarcastically.
"It has been months. I have adhered to our plan—sit and do nothing, sell our grief." Klaus growled, frustration nipping at the back of his mind. "My child is safely away. My fiancé is suffering from postpartum depression. Another full moon is upon us. Another night of pathetic weakness as the moonlight rings steal my strength." He tightly closed his eyes in a pathetic attempt to calm his frustration. "The inertia is killing me. I need to act. I—I—I need to spill blood."
