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<\/figure>\n\n\n\nThe torches flicker.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then suddenly\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n
One of them extinguishes completely as Alaric passes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He stops walking.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A faint unease crosses his face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The corridor ahead remains dark except for warm candlelight leaking from beneath the doors of his private chamber.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The King frowns slowly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He left no candles burning.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
His hand moves instinctively toward the sword at his side.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The chamber doors creak open.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Inside, soft golden light dances across velvet curtains and ancient oak furniture carved during the first dynasties of Aethelgard.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And sitting calmly on the edge of the King\u2019s bed\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n
is a woman.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dark hair cascading over pale shoulders.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Hands folded quietly in her lap.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Wearing the same silver-blue gown she wore twenty years earlier on the night the northern fortress burned.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The camera slowly pushes toward Alaric\u2019s face as all color drains from it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Because the woman is not merely familiar.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She is impossible.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The King\u2019s breathing becomes uneven.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHow did you get in here?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
His voice carries authority by instinct.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But beneath it\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n
fear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Real fear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The woman lifts her eyes toward him slowly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Calm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Certain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Almost sad.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou invited me\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A pause.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201c\u2026years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Lightning flashes violently through the windows.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
For one frame, the room appears darker around her\u2014as though the candlelight itself refuses to touch her fully.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Alaric steps backward.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNo\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The woman rises slowly from the bed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not threatening.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Worse.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Intimate.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Like someone returning home after being gone too long.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou promised the doors of this castle would always remain open to me,\u201d she says softly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The King stares at her in horror now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Fragments of memory crash violently through his mind\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A younger version of himself laughing beside the cliffs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A secret romance hidden beneath royal expectations.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A woman screaming as soldiers dragged her through smoke and fire during the coastal purges.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And himself\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
doing nothing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The camera tightens on Alaric\u2019s trembling hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou died,\u201d he whispers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The woman tilts her head slightly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cDid I?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The candles flicker harder.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
One by one, they begin extinguishing around the chamber.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Darkness slowly swallowing the room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Alaric\u2019s breathing becomes panicked now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Because the woman has not aged.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not a single year.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Yet he has grown old carrying the memory of abandoning her to save his throne.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The final candle beside the bed gutters weakly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The woman steps closer into the fading light.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And the King finally sees it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not blood.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not wounds.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Water.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Atlantic seawater dripping slowly from the hem of her gown onto the stone floor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As though she has just walked out of the ocean itself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The camera zooms slowly into Alaric\u2019s face as realization destroys what remains of his composure.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not confusion.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Recognition.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The horrifying understanding that some promises do not end when kingdoms bury the people they betrayed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The woman leans close enough to whisper.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou crowned yourself with my grave.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The last candle dies.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Complete darkness.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The sound of the King\u2019s silent scream.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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