Desperation[MATURE]

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he was tough on the outside and yet he were merely a king of his craft, of danger and of taking. A snapping sound his made as his teeth gnash back together and he aims to deliver his body along the side of Epiphron. His skull aims to touch the curve of her neck near her shoulder and he whispers to her, "I have faith in your new king," The prospect of her losing her home so early on did weigh on the boy, but, this was a world where only the strong survived and were allowed a chance at living. Perhaps, at the end of the day, Epiphron could be sitting at home and yet, that home would be Valhalla, not the one she was learning of. Acting as a tower of strength, the man glued his eyes to the woman that sought herself a crown. Why...she looked so familiar.

"Speech!".