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Quietus
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Continúa, Has publicado oct 16, 2017
Reed. 20 years old. The eldest son, but a bastard. 
Acaila. 18 years old. The eldest full blood, but female.
Inc. 17 years old. The eldest full blood that is also a male. 

They all satisfy the criteria to inherit the crown: the white mark that stains the center of their palms are proof of their allegiance, the ability to control the will of water was a natural part of their being, and their mark's healing properties were honed in a young age... Which is why they are the three members of the Crown Division.

So, who would you chose?

And if you knew their secrets - would your choice remain the same?
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I was made to serve him. I was made to heed his every beck and call. I was dutiful, obedient, proud of my servitude regardless of what the others thought of me. He was powerful, and he made me powerful, too. It was honorable to be his right hand, to be able to execute his orders to perfection. I thought I had done well in this position. Had anyone asked I would have sworn I exceeded all expectations and fulfilled every request without hesitation or error. I had become an expert in anticipation, of knowing my Master better than I knew myself. So why did he give me away? How could he cast me aside so easily? Was I really so replaceable, so meaningless? He had made me for himself, hadn't he? What other purpose could I possibly have? How was I meant to serve him by serving someone else? -This story has mature themes and depictions of violence, depression, panic attacks, gore, etc. Please read at your own discretion- Highest rankings thanks to all of you wonderful readers! : #2 in "Servitude"