The Serpent's Eagle || Tom Riddle

The Serpent's Eagle || Tom Riddle

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❝Love is for children, My Royal Highness. What I feel is much fitting for a man of twisted fixation... Obsession.❞ His expression sharpened more than a thousand knives as he says, ❝𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓭𝓻𝓾𝓰𝓰𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓫𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓽, 𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰. 𝓞𝓷𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓷𝓸 𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻 𝓵𝓮𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓰𝓸.❞ 𓇢𓆸 The crown was a prize Tom needs to fulfill his calling. To attain it, he sets off his noble Knights of Walpurgis to romance and marry the heir of the wizarding throne-Princess Astraea Carden Hestine. But infatuation grows strong the moment the invisible string pulls closer. Crimson shall meet winter; warm against cold. And meticulously, carelessly, a twisted man unwinds himself for a blossom growing in the snow. But darkness doesn't subside-it merely stands on the sidelines, slowly consuming every light it can find. And it found her. Kept her. But lost her through that darkness.
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Death had always walked beside her, a shadow stitched to her soul. She fought. She won. But what was left to claim? The castle around her - the only home she had ever known - was crumbling into ruin. Stone shattered under fire. Bodies carpeted the ground, faces she would never forget, lives she had failed to save. Victory meant nothing when it was built on a graveyard. She was alone. And worse, she was alive. She had died before. Had died and returned, as if cursed to never know peace, cursed to be the master of death, forever hunted by the thing that should have claimed her. Death It was her shadow, her lover, and her tormentor. It whispered to her in the silence, tugged at her with every breath she drew, a cat playing with its prey, savoring the chase. She tried to undo it - to tear a hole in time, to claw back 46 hours, to steal even one life from the jaws of death. But time does not bargain with the broken. It is a vengeful thing, wild and cold. It seized her, flung her not back 46 hours but 46 years, into a past dripping with shadows and secrets. The castle stood whole then - but the rot was already there, festering beneath the stone. And Death, patient and cruel, was already waiting for her in the cracks of the world, ready to finish what it had begun. Smiling at her from the darkness. Death wearing the face of Tom Riddle *Mature themes* Enemy's to lovers *Tom Riddle*

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