The Distant Crown
Act I Do you know what it feels like to have your own blood become the ink that signs your name? I am asking because I am the only one left who remembers the weight of it, the way the capillaries burst under the skin of the left hand, turning the flesh a bruised purple before it blackened into the permanent script of the treaty. I stood before the Duke, a man whose title was earned not by blood...
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