The Sixth Deadly Thorn
So the Prince hid the girl away in his lonely tower, but his clever schemes did not thwart the wicked Queen.
Still she lurked in the dark castle halls, finding new and devilish ways to unleash her nightmares, waiting for that moment when the Prince and the Shadow Girl were too wrapped in each other to see her coming strike.
And the most nightmarish of all the Queen’s weapons were not the specters she spun with her magic, but the very lies that the Shadow Girl and her Prince whispered to each other in the dark.
They wove their hearts together with threads of deceit, and the Queen laid her trap with the tangle of them, that they might be caught together in a web of their own making.
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