une quinte royale, l'as est en pont

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( I wanna say I'm sorry for holding it back for sooo long!!! I can't believe you guys still stuck around, I'm sorry so sorry, I hope this is a good chapter, I haven't been able to write in a long time!! Thank you so much for supporting me guys!!  I love you guys so much!!)

A crimson petal filled the air with furry, falling piercingly, down with it's rose.

There only 32 petals left

Ace's p.o.v

°knock°

" My master , your Lord has asked you for a meeting, he needs your assistance, Svak er frykt, frykt er svakhet" The voice behind the  sliver door softly spoke.

Irritating....truly irritating.

" Tell my lord that I'll present myself,Svak er frykt, frykt er svakhet." My voice starts to linger, echoing the room silently.

" Yes my lord, do have a wonderful day" her footsteps track the ground, clicking as she moves her silver cart slowly.

It's been months,

The air has never felt such a despair,

Nothing but longing for her touch has kept my silence.

As her cries whisper around the room, laughing as her arms wrap my back.

Claiming that I have seen her..., such stupidity.

Yet our Lord remains in his room, proudly holding his crown. Smirking along the lines of the country,

Calling himself a god.

Disgusting, for a man of such greed to ignore his people.

Yet we play a role on the chess board, keeping the king without a scratch on him.

And suddenly his masterpiece fell, surrounding the soldiers with fear.

My butterfly,

The only peaceful, quite, innocent, person.

Slowly turning the tables against her,

Yet my questions keep asking for answers.

Was I the blind one here?

To ignore such a precious gift from the gods?

Was it me who might have been the idiot?!

Yet no one sees it.

The world spinning without her, without her wings.

" I must go" my hands slowly grabbing the black coat, as the name shows my authority, my title.

As I walk towards the sliver door, I grab the radio, lowering the volume as I put it on place.

I looked one more time in the glass, the reflection.

I'm a man.

And not even a place like this could consider that name.

Yet I call myself despicable.

Funny isn't it...

" heh..." I opened the door softly, trying not to disturb the 'work' from other worshipers. As you can see, I guess I follow the lines of that name as well.

But not this time.

I refuse...

Looking around the Palace, my eyes seem to spot a maid cleaning.

* could it be?*

No no

That's not her.

I grab the stairs handle, touching the bright reflection of the marble flooring. Judging the mirrors and cockiness from our lord.

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⏰ Last updated: Dec 07, 2019 ⏰

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