Archangel
By Lindsay R. Honosky
Chapter Nine: It's A Revolution
Holy crap this is a loooooong chapter! Sorry for the long update, but I couldn't decide on who to write about first, so I stayed up for about twenty-four hours debating, deciding, and then writing, lol. Anyway, there are some spoiler parts in this chapter, so if you haven't taken the throne then I advise you wait 'til you do (it's so awesome, I'd rather not spoil it for you)! Thank you all for reading my story; and I hope you're still enjoying it. And please leave a review; it just adds fuel to the fire of my writing, lol.
They were getting close, Lilith could see the peaks of the mountains she had known all her life. Butterflies didn't dance in her stomach, they nearly tore them apart, and the added rocking and swaying of the ship did nothing to soothe her condition. Her eyes never left the ever growing sight of her Albion, nor had her fingers stopped clutching the railing so hard she was sure there would be nail marks beneath them. She sighed heavily, taking in a refreshing breath of salt air.
"Have you eaten anything in the last, oh I don't know, twelve hours?" Lilith nearly jumped from the side, but as she turned her head she met the smiling eyes of Ben Finn. He joined her by the railing, crossing his arms along the banister, "Getting nervous?"
She raised an eyebrow, "What do you think?"
"Careful Princess, you know how fragile my feelings are." He laughed as her fist left the side of his arm, "You're so violent!"
"Shut up, Ben..."
He watched as her face changed from slight annoyance back to its unusual brooding. He turned, sitting himself where his arms previously rested, "You know, it's not normal to see you like this."
Her eyes widened, and she unconsciously put both hands to her cheeks, "Huh? Like what?"
"You know, not smiling, or laughing, or reassuring everyone that it's all going to be okay," he sighed dramatically, flicking the side of his hair with a finger, "it's quite troubling."
"I..." Her eyes lowered, and she chewed the bottom of her lip, "Ben, am I doing the right thing? Am I even qualified to rule?"
"Lily," he took both her hands in his, the soldier's face becoming more serious than Lilith had ever seen, "there is no other person in the world more suited for this job. Trust me, if it weren't true you wouldn't have so many people believing in you."
"I just-" Her voice began to crack, and she hid her eyes from him, "What Kalin said...about the darkness..."
He lifted her chin, forcing her eyes to meet his. A strange feeling ran through him as he watched small pearls forming at their corners, "You don't have to worry about that; I know you can beat anything thrown at you." He gave her a wink, "And besides, you'll have me and Walter beside you, so if you screw up we'll tell you."
Lilith gave a quick laugh and wiped her eyes, "Thanks, Ben."
"Anytime."
Loud footfalls shook the planks below them, and both Lilith and Ben watched as Sir Walter passed them and headed towards one of the life boats, a rather large back slung over his shoulder. They exchanged looks, then Lilith ran after Walter, trying to keep pace with the older man as he walked, "W-where are you going?"
"To shore; someone has to inform the Resistance we're back." He flung his burden into the small wooden vessel, one of the Auroran sailors already putting it under a seat.
Lilith shook her head, frowning, "But...but isn't that dangerous? What if your caught?"
He gave her a hearty laugh, "Lily, we're about to attack a fortress that houses all of Logan's men, and you're worried about a small fishing trip?"
"This is serious! You're not fishing for fish, but Resistance members!"
"True, but do you know how else we'll tell them we're back?"
"I-!" She frowned, "No..."
He ruffled her hair, smiling, "Don't worry, your old Walter won't die in some rickety old boat. Now, tell Kalin to meet us at the southern docks in Driftwood. We'll meet up there and continue on to Bower Harbor."
Before he could sling his foot over the railing Lilith gripped him in a hug, burying her face in his chest, "Be careful, Walter..."
He patted her on the back, smiling, "Of course, Lilyroo, of course. Now, you should probably let me go unless you want that idiot to make fun of you for the rest of the trip." She nodded, stepping back. Lilith watched him as the boat was lowered, then sailed off into the darkness, to far from their lanterns to see.
She walked back slowly to where Ben stood, just sensing the laugh that was blooming in his chest. She shot him a glare, "Go ahead. I know you want to."
"Want to what? Laugh at you? For being such an adorable little puppy? No, I don't think I can."
Lilith laced her fingers together and placed them under her chin, then leaned forward and puckered her lips, "You think I'm adorable?"
He crossed his arms, an eyebrow raised, "And childish."
"Childish?"
"Yeah," he leaned in closer, "childish."
The boat suddenly jerked upward, a chorus of "woahs" and "hang ons" playing in the background. Lilith fell hard on the ground, her head cracking against the wooden planks so hard her teeth shattered. Then something heavy feel atop her, and the wind was knocked from her lungs. Opening her eyes, she saw her face reflected in flawless blue ones, just as wide has her's probably were. She frowned, "Are you alright?"
"You're the one that hit your head!"
"Huh? Oh!" She laughed a little, "I feel fine."
He sighed, head dropping down. Ben's face lit on fire as he realized what he was now staring at, and he quickly looked back to her eyes, "I, um, I should get off you now."
She gave him an impish smirk, "Why Ben, is that a blush I see?"
"Ah, ha ha, yeah, definitely time for me to get up." He shot off of her like a bullet, though he did lend her his hand to help her to her feet. Lilith grasped it, still smiling, though when she stood her legs gave way and she landed in his arms. For a moment they just stood there, until Ben coughed, "Um...Lily...?"
"Sorry," she pushed off of him, rubbing the back of her head, "I guess that bump did more than I th-ouch!"
"What?"
When she removed her hand from the back of her head she cursed, watching as red liquid fell from her fingers. Ben grabbed her hand, eyebrows furrowed, "Damn it, Lily! You said you were fine!"
"I didn't know!"
"Turn around."
"I said I was fi-!"
"Turn. Around!" She did as she was told, though she huffed a bit and stomped her foot as she did so. She felt his fingers digging at the back of her head, the stray strands tickling the back of her neck. She heard him remove something from his pocket, a small popping noise, then felt a cool pressure where the blood had been, "It doesn't seem to be to bad."
She started to look back, "What are you-?"
"Don't move your head!"
"Okay! Geez!" She turned straight once more, the small stinging of her wound slowly disappearing. She fought back the urge to look at him once more, "Will you tell me what you're doing?"
"Something Swift taught me," the pressure on her head left, then there was a sound of liquid moving back and forth behind glass, then he placed whatever it was he had back on her wound, "this way you don't waste potions."
She smiled, a curious glint in her eye, "So that's what you're putting on my head?"
He laughed, "Yeah, I guess so. Don't think it'll cure that stupid streak of yours, though."
"Oh well, you can't cure everything."
"You know, poking fun at people isn't as fun if they just accept it."
"I accept my stupidity, just like you should accept yours."
"Ah, and there's the kick. Alright! You're done," she twirled to face him, and found a concerned look on his face, "better?"
She smiled, "Yes, thank you."
He turned away, "Y-yeah, no problem." Ben started walking away from her, waving his hand, "I better go check on the men below deck. Didn't Walter tell you to do something?"
"Huh? Oh!" She frowned, taking off ahead of him, "Yeah, sorry! I'll see you later, Ben!"
He laughed as he watched her go, almost falling again when the boat tipped to the side. She really was horrible at sea.
Page had arrived just before the sun came up behind the Spire, a hauntingly beautiful sight that sent a chill down Lilith's spine. Fog hugged them like a selfish lover, the chill in the air making it no easier for her to stand around in a simple t-shirt. She cursed herself for not grabbing her jacket before walking into that damned cave. She heard someone shout her name, and as she looked along the shore she saw Kidd waving at her. She smiled and waved back, receiving woops and cheers as the other rebels joined the shoreline. She blushed, but waved even harder, her confidence boosted by the support of her friends.
She turned in time to catch Page walking towards her, their hands grasping one another tightly as they came face to face. Then Page gripped her in a tight hug, the relief in her voice almost palpable, "Walter told us what happened; I'm glad to see you safe."
Lilith laughed, patting her friend on the back, "Come on, you don't need me."
Page gave a nervous laugh in answer, "Right, because we were doing swimmingly without you."
Their embrace ended, and Lilith looked her in the eye, "You were, just not as stylish as I have."
She rolled her eyes, "Right, stylish. That's one way of putting it. Anyway, we're all here, so when you're ready to begin we can start planning."
Lilith motioned forward, "Ready when you are."
They walked to the center of the boat, Lilith's face lighting up when she saw that Sabine was amongst her small party. The old man turned and smiled, his many golden braclets jingling as he moved, "Well now! If it isn't the mighty hero!"
She leaned down and gave him a hug, "It's good to see you again, Sabine."
"See this, boy? This is how you get women; let them come to you." He winked at Ben, who grumbled something to low for either Lilith or Sabine to hear.
Walter put his fist to his face and coughed, "Now that all the silliness has been put aside, can we start talking over strategies?"
Ben raised his hand, "Can I go first?"
"No-"
"Why are we going to attack from the Old Quarter? Why not hit them where it'll really hurt and go for the Industrial District!"
Page eyed him flatly, "Right, and then we'll go down in history as the shortest rebellion ever quelled." She grabbed a barrel from behind her and unrolled a rather intricate map of Bowerstone. Her finger traced alone the shore of the Old Quarter, "We need a frontal assault from here, in order to take out the mortars they've placed to take out the ships."
Lilith frowned, "So Logan knows we're here?"
Page nodded, "Yes, there was a spy in our headquarters; luckily Kidd caught him before he got to far."
Lilith chewed her lip, "So how much does he know?"
She gave her a confident smile, "Enough that this is going to be one hell of a fight. Anyway, once the mortars are taken care of, then Kalin and her ships can move in closer and take care of Logan's naval fleet. Most of her ground troops have already infiltrated the city dressed as dwellers, who arrived shortly this morning with Sabine under the ruse of a farmer's market."
"Your blasted brother wouldn't so much as meet me in the hallway, I'll have you know!" Sabine pouted, drawing in a long draft from his pipe.
Ben smirked, "I don't blame him for that one."
"Shut up, Ben." Walter sighed.
"As I was saying, once his heavy machines are busy with our boats, I'll lead a small distraction team through the back allies and undergrounds, by that time you and a small team will have reached the first gate. Sabine," he looked away from his glaring at Ben to meet her eyes, "that's when we'll need those explosives you brought."
"You can count on me, lass."
She nodded, her face once more burying itself in the map, "After the first gatehouse you should be nearing the bridge that leads up to the castle. I'll try to meet you there but I'm sure Logan'll have scores of men waiting for us." She paused for a moment, locking eyes with Kidd. She frowned, "Some of us...won't make it back."
"I'd follow you to hell and back, Page."
She smiled, then looked to Lilith, ""Regardless, my men will keep the most of the fighting away from you, while you and your team storm the castle gates. By the time you reach them they should be open-"
"I can open them with a nice bomb or two."
Page sighed, "I know, Sabine, but we need to avoid damaging the Old Quarter as much as possible." She leaned up and stretched her arms, "Well, that's my plan. All that needs to be done then is taking care of Logan."
Walter patted Lilith's shoulder, "That'll be up to us, and maybe Ben if he feels like it."
"So I'm on frontal team?"
Lilith smiled, "Seems like it."
He raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms, "And why can't we use my idea?"
Kalin waved her hand at him, "Because we'll live longer than five seconds."
"Fine!" He looked to Page, his eyes squinted, "I only put it up to annoy her, anyway."
Page rolled her eyes, then looked to Lilith, "Of course, it's all up to you."
Lilith nodded, pounding her fist against the flat of her palm, "I think we'll go with your plan."
"All right then! Let's start a revolution!" Walter exclaimed, holding his hand over the barrel. Ben soon followed, covering Walter's with his own, then Page, Sabine, and Kalin joined in. Lilith looked at each of their faces, her confidence skyrocketing.
Her gauntlets covered the top of them all, and as they all lifted their hand in the air their shout, "For Albion!" carried across the water and seemed to wake up the land around them.
Lilith jumped, grabbed the little boy, and rolled as the building came crashing down behind them, sweat beading on her forehead. She looked at the shaking form that was now in her arms, "Are you alright?"
The little thing looked up at her with eyes so wide she thought they would fall out, "Y-yes..."
"Lilith!" She heard Page call from behind them, and she lifted the child and ran towards her friend, shooting a fire ball at a barrel of oil and taking out a row of Logan's soldiers. She gave Lilith a frown when she reached her, "Who's the kid?"
"I don't know, but is there someone who can take him?" She was panting heavily, her eyes taking in the bloody play that was being performed around her. Ben was pulling his blade from the stomach of some soldier who looked about her age, Walter blasting two more in the same way she had with her fire spell.
The boy cried, burying his head in her neck, "I want my momma..."
Lilith hugged him, "Don't worry, we'll find her."
Page looked more closely at the boy's face, and she smiled, "Micheal? Is that you?"
His little head popped up, "Y-yes..."
Page let out a sharp whistle, a few moments later a young woman came running, her shirt stained with blood. Page sighed, "Anna, can you take Micheal back to his mother? She's with the other villagers."
"Right way, Ms. Page." She smiled, holding her arms out for Lilith, "Come on, little guy, let's go see your mom. I'm sure she's sick with worry."
Lilith handed the shaking bundle over, waving as he went from her arms to another's. The little guy still had a face whiter than snow, but he waved and called, "T-thank you for saving me!"
"Well, that was heartwarming. How about we get back to the dismembering parts, now?"
Lilith laughed, hearing the faint pop of her gauntlets as she charged up her spell, "I'll leave that to you. Come on, I think Ben needs help."
"In more ways than one!"
The women ran after their male companions, Lilith sending a storm of ice and fire ahead of them towards a group of ten soldiers, Ben and Page cutting down those who managed to escape its bite. Walter took down the men who were perched on walls, roofs, or trees, as the group made their way up the cobblestone walkway to the bridge leading into the castle. They were soon joined by Sabine's dwellers, or Kalin's troops, or both for all Lilith knew; she was just happy to see so many had lived. At least twenty of Logan's men awaited them by the gate, and her heart sank as she saw it was closed tight.
A battle cry echoed through the night, followed by the clash of steel, and she knew her next battle had begun. Lilith and Page rolled to either side, avoiding a bomb that some soldier had thrown; the man lived long enough to realize he had missed, as Ben's cutlass pierced his stomach. Lilith got to her knees, blasting away a single man with a fire ball, ignoring his screams as she moved on to the next. The sword she now removed from her back felt heavy in her hand, nothing like her Casanova, but as she parried the blow of the soldier she decided it was a wonderful weapon. Dazed, the man back stepped, giving Lilith enough time to flip off the ground, wrap her legs around his neck, and twist. He fell in a crumpled heap, and she smiled as she noted the whistle that came from Ben.
The next was still stunned form her previous stunt, and in a flurry of motion she leapt over him, plunging her blade deep into his back, then ripping it out as the body fell. Then something bit into her left leg, and she cried out. Walter was there before she even saw the face of her enemy. He helped her stand, barking, "Are you alright?"
She nodded, "Yes! I'm fine!" She then grabbed his pistol from its holster and shot a man who had tried to stab Walter in the back. Once she was sure he was dead, she handed it back to him, smiling.
Walter raised an eyebrow, "I don't think I taught you that."
"Nope!" She started running towards the gate, answering a yell for help by blasting away another soldier, saving the life of one of the dwellers she had seen in the camp. The man's color was gone, but he gave her a nod, shouting something about a permanent discount at his store.
They fought for another ten minutes until all around them was blood and limbs, yet the gate remained every closed. Ben came up beside Lilith, throwing his arms in the air, "Always with the damn gates!"
Page flicked the blood from her blade, "What we need is explosives...but I used all of mine on the way here."
"If only we knew a tiny, crazy old man who enjoyed blowing things up-!" Ben's arms wrapped around Lilith as the door exploded into splinters, the heat licking her cheeks until his body covered her.
"Ha ha! Did you see that, Boulder? Let the whole city bow to our thunder!"
Once the blast faded away, Lilith looked over Ben's shoulder to see the silhouette of said crazy old man along with his towering friend Boulder. Then she realized she was being held, and blushed wildly, "Um, Ben, I think I'm okay now..."
He let her go, a sigh of relief leaving Lilith as she noticed he hadn't seen her blush, "Hang on, how did you get to the other side in the first place?"
"Dwellers have there ways, my boy." He twirled his funny white mustache around a bone like finger, "Is there anyone left to kill?"
Page joined in, "There will be soon. More troops will be on their way. Kalin's fleet got a fair few, but not all."
Ben turned to Lilith, a confident smile on his face, "We'll hold them off."
Sabine walked past him, "Come on, Boulder, there's more fighting to be done."
Ben's eyes locked on Lilith's, and he frowned, "Good luck in there," he smiled, "hope the crown fits."
Lilith held her fist up, "Right!"
She looked at Walter, who returned her gaze, "Let's finish this for good. While I can still stand up on my own."
She followed him through the battered gate, smirking, "You poor old man; I should have left you on the boat." They both shared a nervous laugh as the entered behind the gates, climbing the hill that would lead to her brother.
The castle was deserted, and Lilith was beginning to wonder if Logan had not gone with his troops. Then she thought better of it; she knew where he'd be. The came upon the doors to the War Room, and Walter gave her a grin, "Should we knock? Nah, let's surprise him." She smiled nervously, then followed him as he lifted his foot, and together they kicked in the door.
He stood right where she knew he'd be, his sword quickly flashing from its hilt. He paced around the circled map of their land, "So, this is how it ends. The old fool, and the child that ran away." Logan's eyes locked with Lilith's, and the sword quickly disappeared back into its scabbard, "You've finally become the woman I always wanted you to be."
They walked further into the room, Walter snapping, "She's a lot more than that, and now she's ready to take your place."
Logan frowned, the volume of his voice dropping dramatically, "Perhaps the time has come for someone else to lead Albion."
Lilith scowled, fighting back tears, "You were never a leader! Just another tyrant!"
Logan started to walk towards them, his finger tracing the outline of the map, "Did it ever occur to you that I may have had good reason to be?"
Walter leaned forward, his knuckles white, "We're not interested in your reasons."
He turned to face the older man, his face deathly serious, "Cower behind ignorance if you will, but my sister deserves to know the truth."
"Save it for the trial, Logan," Walter grabbed him by the arm and began to lead him from the room, "you can beg for your life then."
Lilith met the eyes of her brother once more, but she did not see the cold, tired face of the man she had known for four years. It was that of the one who would laugh at her when she made a face, carried her inside if she had scrapped her knee, let her sleep in his bed if she had a bad dream. She had to turn away from them as the left, putting her hands to her hips and letting the sob shutter from her body as they left the room.
She was already in a horrible mood, yet this Hobson man had nearly made her loose her edge. It amazed her at how greedy one man could be, and as she stormed through the halls of the castle to the throne room she pictured hundreds of ways to make the man's life miserable. Lilith nodded to the soldiers who stopped and saluted her, the butterflies returning once more to torment her stomach. She wondered if her mother had every felt like this, or her brother.
Lilith took in a deep breath before standing into the open doorway, then she moved into the light, hearing Walter's voice echo through the crowded room, "All stand for the Queen of Albion."
She saw Logan standing to the side and smiled on the inside; they had not harmed him in his prison cell last night. He still wore the clothes which they had captured him in, and the bags under his eyes had grown considerably since the previous night, but other than that he was unharmed. All of her companions awaited her by the throne, and Lilith hurried as she noticed they had been waiting, sitting down quickly and resting her hand on laced fingers.
Walter left the step way and stood before Logan, his voice grim, "Logan, former king of Albion, you stand accused today of crimes against the kingdom and its people." He turned, gesturing towards the throne, "Those who brought you to justice will now speak."
Sabine was the first, raising his arm and stomping around her chair, "There's not a soul alive in the kingdom who hasn't suffered for his glory. And plenty who've died for it." The old man turned to her, hand reaching out as if to pull her decision out of her, "I says, let him have some death of his own!"
Ben came up from behind her, teeth clenched in rage, "Look, I'm not one for loppin' people's head off, but we saw Major Swift executed, like it was a bloody circus act! He deserves nothing less as far as I'm concerned."
"But aren't we better than that?" Page walked up to her side, a look of deep pity in her eyes, "Isn't that why we fought to be here now? I've seen what Logan has done to this city. People starving to death, children forced to work..." She looked Lilith straight in the face, her arms moving up and down as she spoke, "But killing him now won't solve anything."
Like a ghost Kalin came to her right, "It is not my place to decide his fate. But his betrayal condemned many of my people to death." Her eyes found Logan's, and her face turned cold, "He promised us salvation and then left us to face the darkness alone-"
"I had good reason to break my promise. And I had good reasons for the crimes you claim I committed." His eyes grew distant, and Logan looked to his side, "The day I returned to Albion, I received a visit, from a blind seer." He looked to Lilith, frowning, "Thereasa, our mother's guide. She showed me the future of this kingdom! The darkness in Aurora is coming here, bringing death, destruction, the end of our way of life!" His voice grew more heated, and she could tell he was fighting the urge to yell, "The sacrifices I had to make, I did them to protect Albion! If a few had to suffer, it was to build an army. If a few had to die, it was to save a country! I have spent years preparing for this attack. Let me stand by your side now and all my soldiers will be yours to command!" His eyes softened, "Let us face the coming darkness together."
Walter frowned, looking from one sibling to the next, "If it's really true...If it's really coming here...We're all in grave danger."
The ties were removed from Logan's hands, and as they did so he held out his arms towards her, his face going cold once more, "You have the power over life and death, sister. Now choose..."
Lilith sat for a moment, her eyes hidden behind light brown hair. For what seemed an eternity she stood, her face trying to match the coldness of her brother's, "This is not the time for revenge. We need your help, Logan."
The crowded erupted in a chorus of boos and shouts, and she could barely hear Walter over the rabble, "The Queen has made her decision. Logan's life, will be spared."
Her eyes trailed over to her brother's face, and she had to fight the urge to cry as she watched the frost melt away to be replaced by a relieved smile. She felt him watching her as she walked towards him, saying, "I know you will never forgive me for the things I've done. You told me so once, remember?"
Lilith stopped before him, fighting to keep her voice under control, "O-of course I do."
"But what matters now is that we defend our land. The castle is yours, and so is the throne." He laughed weakly, "I'm glad to be rid of them."
The two stood there for a while, until all that were left in the throne room were the two siblings and Walter. The old man gave her a nod, then walked out of the room himself, closing the door behind him. As the notch echoed through the empty hall, Lilith looked to her feet, "There...there are so many things I want to say to you right now. So many reasons why I want to punch you in the face, to scream at the top of my lungs how much I...I...!"
There was a small laugh from her brother, "A Queen should not cry before her subjects."
"Damn it, Logan, why didn't you tell me? I could have helped you!" She rounded on him, gripping at his arm, "Why did you do it all on your own?"
His face crumpled once more, and he held the hand that now gripped his arm, "I didn't want you to know. If I could keep you away from that...that thing, even for only five years, then so be it." His eyes met her's, and he smiled, "You are my little sister, after all."
Her sob finally choked her, and Lilith wrapped her arms around her brother, "You...you stupid...!" She held him for a while, Logan patting her head like he used to when she was upset. Then she released him, wiping her tears from her eyes, "You said five years? So that means-?"
"Yes," his face grew grim once more, and he put his arms behind his back, "The darkness will be here in about a year, if that. Though from what I hear you're already well prepared for it." There was a hint of pride behind his dark eyes, "I've heard you've collected a rather impressive amount of gold during your little runaway."
She blushed, frowning, "Well, I...yes, but where did you..."
Logan winked, putting his hand up in two circles around his eyes. She laughed at their old signal for the dark haired man who was still missing. Logan stood straight once more, crossing his arms, "Speaking of...him, though I don't like it, Reaver will be your most valuable asset. I don't know what I would have done without him."
"You really don't like him, do you?" Lilith asked, laughing.
"I don't think there is a word in existence that could explain my disdain for the man, but!" He sighed heavily, "He was amusing, at times. And he was dear to our mother, though why escapes me."
"I like him just fine."
Logan rolled his eyes, "You've liked him since he gave you Fandral; there was no hope for you after that." Logan looked back at the throne, frowning, "I suppose I should leave this place for a while."
"Where will you go?" Lilith asked, copying his frown.
He shrugged, not meeting her eyes, "I do not know. Perhaps I'll travel to Brightwall and help re-establish mother's library. There is..." He looked to his feet, "There is much I need make up for."
Lilith placed her hand on his shoulder, smiling, "You are always welcome here, Logan. This is your home."
"I know, but I should not be here in your castle. As my Queen, it would not be proper for us to be seen together." He placed his hand over her's and squeezed lightly, "But don't make that face; I"ll come back soon." He leaned over and kissed her forehead, smiling, "I am proud of you, Lilith. I always knew you'd become something spectacular, I just wish it had come under different circumstances." Logan began to walk down the hall, calling out as he opened the door, "And do try not to cry at the drop of a coin! It is unbecoming as a Queen!"
"Get out of here before I have you hanged!" His laugh echoed through the now empty hall, and Lilith grabbed the crown that lay atop her head and dropped it on the ground, finally noticing how heavy the headpiece had become.
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