Anonymous.
Thirheria.
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In the dim light of the dense forest, where even the afternoon sun struggled to filter through the thick canopy, two figures met in secrecy. The first, cloaked in shadows, was unmistakably Adele's father, his greedy ambition etched into every line of his face. Opposite him stood a towering man, shrouded in a heavy cloak, his features obscured, lending an air of menace to the already tense atmosphere.
Adele's father spoke in hushed tones, his voice dripping with cunning. "We will usurp the throne right after the marriage. With the royals dead, my daughter will become queen, and I will rule as king."
