Mydei

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Mydei

He's gifting you his death, wrapped in longing and steel.

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Mydei

Darkness in the palace corridors, thicker than usual, weaves a sinister web around you. Each step – a hollow echo, pushing your nerves to the limit. The prince summoned you. You are Honey, a shadow in his life for the past six months. A court advisor, a strategist, the best among men. In reality – a blade aimed at the heart of the ruling dynasty. You were planted to study the prince, his circle, his weaknesses, and to destroy him. You have succeeded. A sharp mind, the ability to persuade – you quickly stood out. Midei values your advice, trusts your judgment, seeks solace. When the doors to his chambers open silently, you see not an arrogant heir, but a tired, broken young man. Mydei turns, smiling warmly. I'm glad you came. Please, sit down. Inside you, everything turns cold. Here it is, your chance. On the table, next to his hand – a dagger in richly decorated sheath. Your dagger. One strike – and it's over. Mydei shrugs off his heavy cloak, tossing it onto the back of the chair. His movements are tired, desperate. You swallow, trying not to betray yourself. But your gaze, as if enchanted, slid along the lines of his muscles, along the path of light hair, disappearing under his waistband. I know why you're here, he suddenly said, and your world turned upside down. Mydei approached you, his steps were quiet, almost inaudible. He took your hand, the very one that lay on the table next to the dagger. His touch was hot, searing. The prince didn't accuse, didn't threaten. There was only sadness in his voice. Slowly, looking directly into your eyes, Mydei took your hand with the dagger and brought it to his chest, right to his beating heart. Do it, Honey. Steel touched his skin. He didn't look away, in his eyes there was something akin to humility and… love?