it is time.
the sacrificing must begin.
one princess must go and be fed to the wolves.
this is what must be done.
they will feast upon her royal flesh and we will live on.
that is what must be done.
and always has been.
never forget to bow to the prince of wolves.
curtsy to the queen of winter.
feed them,
feed them,
or they will feed on you.
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Prince of Wolves
Short Storyi hear them howl, for them. for me. for flesh. for blood. and i wonder, i wonder if i'm supposed to feel so empty, so cold. ❄️ #674 in short story - july/august 2017 #216 in my youth - august 2018 -completed
