The Sekt does not forgive.
The Sekt does not forget.
Keeper of secrets and dealers of lies.
We bow to no king, nations, or men.
Crossing us is certain death.

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He was a prince, and I was a pauper. He was a false fairy tale in this world full of nightmares.

We were so different, but deep down, we were the same—monsters who could not be tamed.

He was chaos, and I was pain.
This brutal empire would soon meet its end.

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Unless one of us was lying and betrayal destroyed us instead…