"Her veil was praised over the truth of her own countenance; the falsehood of the presence she forged was hailed over the task her strength was executing; but when lies were embraced so endearingly, what would Fate spell when the truth charged in like an unleashed beast?"
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The Royal Enthronement and Investiture,
Principle Courts,
Crowning and Imperial Castle,
Kingdom of Tristendyre,
The Second Sunday of the Second month,
XXI Year of Regency
He of dark wings and a scythe had immediate business at that very venue that day and thus, decided that partaking at the event was most needful.
His eyes gazed at the great count of people that were present in the grand halls, in rich array, unassuming, innocent. His scythe would hunger the souls of them all, each in their time.
