Flowers in the Gunfields

The figure now loomed over her, a slim young man with emerald eyes that almost seemed to glitter in the dark. "It's like you're my little princess, all gorgeous-like." He grinned, but this time it was a soft melancholy smile that played on his lips as he gazed forward, then turned back towards Nala. The clock gave a long 'ding dong' that echoed with a melancholy tune down the long stone corridors, and several of the servants nodded their heads in unison. It was time to present their present to the new leader.

Nala waited patiently as

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