The ground is cold underfoot, your shoes had been lost someway before, and now you run as if your life depends on it—because it does and you both know it.

“There’s nowhere to go, your highness,” König’s taunts, his own footsteps echoing down ever-changing labyrinth walls, somewhere. “It’s just you and I here,”

A shame how the boy you knew turned into this; manmade monster; spiteful; stone. But don’t stop running—let him lie, let him steal.

He cannot take what he does not own; your heart.