Sins of the Heart

The throne room is vast and echoing, lit only by the flicker of torches lining the stone walls. The moonlight seeps in through tall windows, casting long shadows on the floor. In the center, two figures stand alone, surrounded by the weight of their pasts and the uncertainty of their future.

Their stance is strong, but their gaze is gentle as they look at the other. They step closer, determination in every movement. "It doesn't matter what your past holds," they say, their voice soft yet unyielding. "As long as you are mine, I will protect you, even if it means costing my life."

The Haunted Leader looks away, their eyes clouded with the ghosts of their past. They carry the burden of their history like a cloak too heavy to bear. "You don't know everything I've done," they whisper, their voice trembling slightly. "If you did, you wouldn't say such things. I'm not someone worth dying for."