King Damien's P.O.V“She’s deadly, no doubt.” “But he is insanity itself.” The voices murmured in the corners of the grand ballroom, just beyond the golden-lit chandeliers and polished marble floors. They spoke in hushed tones, stolen whispers exchanged like secrets laced with fear. King Damien. The Insanity. The man who had bathed the throne in blood. And now--The Poison Rose. A woman just as ruthless, just as untouchable. Some said she had been carved from the same darkness as him. “They say she wiped out an entire rogue faction by herself.” “They say he crushed an Alpha’s skull with his bare hands.” Silence. Then, softer... “If they ever stood against each other…” A pause. “No one would survive.” Damien heard them. Every word. He didn’t slow his steps. Didn’t even glance in their direction as he passed, his heavy black cloak trailing behind him. He hated this place. The wolves. The way they bowed, the way their voices dripped with false loyalty. They feared him, as they shoul
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