A tear slid down Rhye's cheek as she looked upon her bloodstained ivory ballgown.

Her mother was still, and silent, humming 'The Raven's Tune' while stroking Rhye's hair.

'Death by sword', she imagined, would be upon her father's grave.

Who would do such a thing?

"Mother, why?" She whispered softly.

"We're royalty dear. This is what is to become of us."

"It's in our blood."

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