Raven Queen
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"Hah-" she let out a scornful laugh.
When she found out about the truth, it was at that moment he saw life leave her beautiful eyes, even if she was not dead.
"The imperial family..." she uttered bitterly, her resentment began to spread quickly inside her like a lethal poison.
As dozens of tiny white flakes trickle down through the sky, she just stood there amidst the cold with a straight face, yet her crumpled fists beside her shook with rage.
"Retribution won't bring them back, my lady." He said, watching her with worry in his eyes.
"I know. But who said anything about revenge?"
She turned to look at him with a smile on her face.
"Karma is a lady after all."
He already knew that the lady she was referring to is already standing before him.
"Yes, my lady." He bowed.
Just then, the darkness-- it was all around her, it was within her and there was nothing that could be done about it. Resisting only caused the darkness to grow and so, with a sorrow filled face, she gave into the girl she was destined to be... Someone has to be the villainess, right?
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