The masked queen

The masked queen

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In a kingdom shrouded in darkness and fear, there reigns a queen who bears a powerful, deadly curse: every living thing she touches dies instantly. As a child, she was once beloved by her people, renowned for her beauty and grace. But after a mysterious curse took hold of her, she became known as "The Masked Queen." Griving the death of her husband by demonio creatures infesting the kingdom outside the safety of the walls. In a desperate attempt to protect others, she has since covered every inch of her skin in fine silk and ornate armor. A mask conceals her once-cherished face, hiding her pain and sorrow beneath a facade of mystery.
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The gods have always been such fickle beings. They carry with them unseen expectations and desires, yet they expect perfection from the mortals over which they rule. How would you manage, then, if a god were to set its sights on you and you alone? Could you run? Hide? Or would their fury be inevitable? How do you avoid the rage of something so mysterious and divine? Some say the gods have limits. That if you did not cross into the light of the moon, that she couldn't see you. Simply hide yourself away each night, and the moon would never find you. There was even a night, at least once a month, where the moon would be blind, and you could tread freely through the night. Of course, nothing is certain in the realm of the gods. Note: This story contains human gore and animal death through hunting. These sections are brief, but those who are sensitive to either should use discretion.

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