Blood On My Hands

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ELORA ~•~ I did not stop clutching the sides of my dress. My heart flipped in my chest when Gael's back crashed against the hard wall. "Gael!" I heard myself scream. What was happening? When he cried out in pain, I clenched my fists, seething in mine. He fell on to the floor, his face kissed the dust of the ground. My fingers trembled by my sides. It was only at that moment that I tilted my neck to look at his assailant. The king hovered over his pitiful frame. He was taller and fiercer than I had ever seen him. The golden rays of the sun illuminated his eyes, causing them to sparkle with pure rage unlike any I had ever seen. My heart shrank in my chest. Beads of sweat trickled down my forehead, my damp fingers could not release my dress. The king picked Gael up with h

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