A Mandrake's Gesture Vol. X

It was of such sorrowful decree, these woes of trust and battles. Months passed, though only a few, for upon this span of chaos, the King's grief, strickened more. Pregnancy. . . a bastard child! Poorest maiden Geinere, her violation by the King, the treacherous King. Whil'st amidst the foul passions of the Luciferus, guilt crept in and upon the majesties. Geinere's time spent in confinement, the guilt being nourished within her womb, tears, bloody tears during this melancholy. What could she do, for the truth spoken would just yield more pain and suffering. She would have to wait to meet her Prince, if she could even muster the strength of confrontation. How could she prove, how could she derive justice? Her hopes of triumph wilting as the days passed. This doom of mutual closure. Only glimmering for the poor maiden was news of victory on the fields of blood and barter, perhaps now a moment with Alarumdives. She prayed he would find mercy and compassion and believe her words. Poor Geinere, the illness of the Raven and hereafter.