Finally.
Heinz had her.
No more pretending.No more empty courtesies or false smiles.No more need to fraternize with the delicate, scheming things that called themselves princesses.
He had found her.
The one who dared.
The one who killed him.
The memory of that night still festered in his mind like a wound that never healed. Blurry, distorted—he had been half-drunk, disoriented, and... foolish. A goblet was placed in his hand. The soft voice of a princess had whispered words of comfort. A drink to "make him feel better."
Then—
Death.Blackness.Nothing.
He didn't even remember where he collapsed. Just the taste of bitter wine. The warmth fading from his limbs. The flickering candlelight blurring into shadows.
And then the voice of a God.
Not one of the cruel ones who stood by and watched. No—the one. The one who bent the rules. The one who offered him a second chance.
But with it came a curse.
