It's alright My highness
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- Parts 11
MatureOngoing2h 8m
Last published Wed, Jun 3, 2026
Est is a man who has built his empire on blood and silence. Regret has never been a part of his world, until a recurring dream begins to haunt him.
A faceless man.
A blade in his own hands.
And a voice that forgives him... even in death.
He ignores it, until he meets William.
Because the dreams aren't dreams.
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