' Vengeance Never Tasted So Bitter On My Tongue . ' Where there is goodwill, malice follows, and where kings and queens have once held dominion, roots sink beneath cobblestone. Capes and crowns of thorns embedded with gold, precious jewelry, and silk are not enough to make a ruler in these barren lands, no. To be a King here, you must prove yourself, to your people, and to the dead, who crawl onto the dirt, eating the spit and remains of the living; black blood festers in ways many do not expect, and for one whose place and title was stripped from his body and name, being King is no easy feat, no. To be a King here comes with a price, and so you must fight. Do you want power? Fight for it. Do you want tribute? Kill for it. Do you want a legacy? Stain the land with the blood of your people. Fear nothing, and go take the throne. ' Long Live The King, The People Chanted, So I Cut Off His Head. '

𝐹𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡-𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑤𝑛 (𝑎𝑑𝑗.) ---- a town of the highest class, rank, or quality... · · ─────── · ☻ · ─────── · · ❝ 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒'𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟... 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑒'𝑟𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟. ❞ · · ─────── [ c l o s e d ] (𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘭𝘺𝘧𝘪𝘤) ©-𝘱𝘴𝘹𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘰𝘮𝘱 // 01/03/2025

"You show up day after night with no purpose than to see me. You do understand the consequences your actions bear, do you not?" Love, humanity's greatest gift and greatest curse. Whether to cherish it or to discard it is in the beholder's choice. But an unspoken rule whispers a warning to those who play its game: you love your own, your kin, they whom you live among. Once your adoration reaches for what it mustn't, it becomes sin; it devours the soul, it ravages the mind, and leaves nothing but devastation in its wake. "But I don't believe you've ever denied me the opportunity, Castiel. And you do understand the consequences of your actions, don't you?"