Maligned
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Last published Fri, Jan 2, 2026
1866, England
They called her The Nightingale, for her eyes were as dark as midnight, and wherever she went, you would hear her song. A song of pure terror, ignited by the fire of her pistol. An assassin, an instrument without a thought of her own, was what they intended her to become.
But everything changed once she walked past the threshold of the Palace of Daínn, where no human dared to venture after night fell.
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He went by many names, but she only knew one-- Icarus. A creature of insurmountable power, who ruled England from within the shadows with an iron fist, who even the highest ranking ministers bowed down to.
She was told to fear him, that no mortal could subdue the coldness in his unbeating heart. That he was a bloodthirsty beast, a maligned tyrant, a demon.
But unbeknownst to her, he has been waiting for the past three-hundred years, patiently awaiting for her return.
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