"Take this," the silver of the knife glints in the moonlight, "you will have to slice his throat before midnight."
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She had seen him on a ship. Hair flying majestically, eyes glinting with the ocean and crown hanging from a rope tied to his pants...
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Daro's affinity for dark magic always had strings attached.
You were never finished dealing with her until SHE said so.
Even knowing this, I still went to her. I needed her help.
The night I went to her was a night full of horrors. Not only was I entering the witch's cave on my own, I was disobeying my father. The king of the seas himself.
He wasn't going to like it; but that witch was my only hope at what I wanted.
And I wanted legs. Just a pair of legs to use to run to him. HIM. The man on the ship.
I knew Daro would use my passion to screw me but I was prepared.
Prepared for any sacrifical fishes I would have to bring to her cave. Prepared for the deciet. Prepared for the dark storm to come.
Though, I don't think I could've prepared enough for what came. She wanted something I was not sure I could sacrifice.
My father's head and heart on a platter and the throne as her new seat.
