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A flame smothered out. A heart frozen over. A life painted still.
Was that the trade required of a leader? A farewell to her today for her people’s tomorrow.
White wisps of Lumine’s breath danced through the air before dissipating in the cold, a smoke signal for rescue that would never be answered. She inhaled. Icy pain stabbed at her lungs.
Tears that ceased falling. Hopes that withered away. Guilt that refused forgiveness.
Was that what the crown of responsibility dictated? A goodbye to her love in exchange for her people’s lives.
Who, if anyone, knew the answer? …The Tsaritza?