A Defiled Night

As I watched him stride toward me with the crown clutched in his hand, a chill of unease surged deep within me. In that moment, I understood his presence was no coincidence—it had been compelled by the tragic fate of his beloved sister. The very thought sent tremors down my spine.

I averted my eyes from his steely gaze and turned instead toward the Pope as he recited his solemn litany—his voice meant to sanctify my ascension.

Yet beneath the cadence of his words lay a subtle, knowing smirk that stirred a fierce anxiety. I feared that his hidden truths might soon emerge, for that smile whispered secrets meant only for those who dare listen beyond the surface.

Then, almost imperceptibly, a voice resonated in my mind 'Do you think I would not be here?' I froze. I forgot that he can communicate through one's mind.