Night.
Royal Dungeons.
Critic Citadel, Critic-Ishire.
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Alone in the darkness, she clung to the flickering flame of hope, praying for the day when she would feel the warmth of her husband's embrace once more. But for now, all she could do was wait, her heart heavy with the weight of betrayal and longing.
She heard a shuffle suddenly and then there was a thud, she should've been frightened or screaming right then but it was white.
The illusion in the human mind is that evil doesn't come in white but evil is of different colors, shapes and sizes, you just have to be unlucky.
The creature that landed in her dungeon room was white and small but she couldn't trust anything.
The creature shook its body as if to remove dirt off its body. She frowned.
"Red?"
Purr.
