The End.
Seconoria.
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The noon sky, heavy with dark clouds, began to weep as the execution of Theodore approached. The rain fell in relentless sheets, drenching the courtyard where Theodore was being dragged to the place of execution. His body was weak, yet his spirit unwavering.
His Gooseberry.
He looked to the sky with a grieve of losing someone you love and not of the fear of someone about to lose their life. He longed for one last glimpse of Freya, but she was locked away, kept from him by the king's cruel decree.
His mind was consumed with thoughts of Freya, the one person he wished he could see one last time. But she was held away, hidden from his sight, and he knew he would never see her again.
'Think yer could feck the princess and get away with it?'
'Why they say not everyone related by blood is family'
