TRIGGER WARNING: Suicide and suicide idealation, Abuse, and other sensitive topics

Aldrick took his quill with a trembling hand, scratching words onto a sheet of parchment. Tears stained the paper as he finished, falling full force as he sobbed now. Pain. Pain and suffering. That is all he was given from this world, his only reprise being his children. Alexander.. Leahla.. his sweet offspring will be horrified to learn what he has done.. and yet there is no delaying it any longer. He just.. he couldn’t anymore.

The lashes on his back wore raw from the weight on his shoulders, blood staining the white fur carpet once more. His wife had finally left, gone for the rest of the day, which he was grateful for. He could finally rest.

He took out his knife, a ceremonial blade he had taken just for this; it was quite the occasion after all, since it isn’t every day a king dies, now is it? He plunged it into his neck, skin tearing to accommodate the intrusion. Aldrick gasped, unable to breathe as his eyes glazed over. Dropping to the floor with a thud, he smiled as his world went black.. finally, peace.

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