Aaron, November 23, 1885, Royal Palace of Azura
Y/n's white wedding dress is now drenched in blood along with the white marble tiles of my room. Looking down at my clothes, I see they are also splattered with her red blood. My hands are shaking. I have killed thousands in my life but I have never felt remorse.
This time it was different.
I'm down on my knees checking Y/n's pulse just like I was checking Adam's 8 years ago.
Her heart has stopped just like Adam's heart.
She's leaving me just like Adam did.
There's a difference though; Adam was killed by the hatred of my parents and Y/n was killed by my foolishness.
What have I done?
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