Foreword.

"He is my heart's infinity without restraint for he is my evergreen."

Encompassed in a sea of staggering pain, the King of Seforaux took refuge within the bleeding arms of darkness.

Thorns prick him,
swords stab him;
arrows pierce him.

For it pierced her-did it not?

The bow held tightly within his scathing touch.

And oh, he darkens terribly so.

Fire burns beneath his touch and he intends to wreak havoc to all whom he sets his eyes upon to make them feel his pain.

A tyrant ruthless than ever with a face of an angel, a body of extreme strength and eyes of evergreens.

He darkens than ever before.

Yet fear not, for His Queen shall save Her King.

H E R K I N G
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©EVEREST GREY
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