
Eight
"It has begun." I chuckle.
"Yes, my prince." She says.
I form a cup of wine in my hands. I chug it down. It has begun. I was murdered and now I am reborn. A demon. A powerful prince. I'm no longer a child. I'm powerful. I'm smarter now than ever before. I am keeping a watchful eye on Corona and King Fredrick.
"Right on time." I look up.
My frosted spy. My Snowy Owl with dagger-like eyes come flying down. I reach my hand out. He lands onto it. His eyes glow a flash of images. I see my message has been delivered. Oh? What is this? The captain of the guard sending a note? On a lantern? The Princess? The moonstone.
"Good work. We've set thing in motion. Go back and see." I lift him off.
I lean back on my throne.
"You seem confident." She says.
"Seem? Yes, I am. Feel? Nah. I feel the icy cold." I say.
"Soon all of Corona will feel my wrath." She says.
"And they will plead for mercy." I say.
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