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Hey I’m writing a book for fun can you guys give me some feedback ,some context it’s written from the perspective of ray the newly crowned king who was attacked by the masked second protagonist the night before 

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I'm covered in blood ,it travels up my arms paints my legs, my weary tired shoulders .the floor is slick with it, I try to get up but it's as if the liquid has turned viscus pushing me down latching on to me as it pulls me down to hell

Help me 

I cry out to the bright unforgiving silhouette looking down at me ,but I hear no sound out of my mouth .in the distance they're is screaming ,shouts of mercy and forgiveness but I don't look away from the figure ,i realise I can't ,my muscles have gone rigid and their is nothing I can do except let the blood consume me whole.

I-I didn't do anything why must you punish me!

Yet the angel doesn't respond, only viewing me with cold wrath ,doing nothing to stop the cause of their screams,screams I realise have been silenced. It terrifies me.

Answer me ,Saint!

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I wake up startled and disorientated,frantically I look at my surroundings and realise I'm in the king's chamber,my chamber I suppose 

The events of last night rush into me and the delayed wave of pain and nausea hits , I look down at the gauzed gash and remember the purple smoke filling my lungs,poision i realise and not just a normal one given the palace healer were unsuccessfully and had to resort to patching me up manually 

Who was that last night 

I remember they had a noble sigil tattooed on their wrist, though I can't for the life of me remember which ,I'll have to consult the records.

Being poisoned and wounded on the first day on the job is not going to be a good look.i sigh as I sink back into the bed knowing I'll have to answer to the council about this eventually ,they ll definitely turn this into a big deal as if I wasn't their obedient little pawn just 2 days ago,

A knock the door gets me out my "woe is me" mood

"Enter." I call out to the person on the other side.

"Your Majesty ,You're awake! Oh! thank the goddess" I internally groan not even having to look up to know who it is.

"Aksana." Is all I say in response carting my fingers through my hair while still laying in bed.

"Do you know how worried we all were? To think an assassination attempt even before your coronation!" She dabs a wet cloth over my face which I promptly shove away.

"What are you doing in here and where are my healers?" ,I've known Aksana long enough ,she'll never try anything in broad daylight but the fact I'm so vulnerable at the current moment unsettles me and that smile of her's doesn't help.

Her expression softens in a too practiced way as she holds the side of my face "your healer is right in front of you". Ah so that's her father's plan.

I hold her wrist tightly,pulling her pale hand away from myself "I don't remember authorising house of bethzatha to enact their blessing upon me" I reply coldly.

"Ray you were in critical condition! Even the palace healers couldn't do anything,your still standing because of me",she places the Hand back on my bandaged chest lingering ,using her blessing of healing on me I feel my skin pull together and heal itself, this gesture i might have once found sweet  but now I know is just a way to keep me indebted.

"Get your hand off me" I grit out ,losing my patience over her touches as if she has any right anymore.

Aksana flinches at my tone and I almost feel a twinge of guilt "you used to be so kind to me ray ,what happened?",her bright blue eyes glistening with tears and I resist the urge to wipe them away ,no longer sure whether it's fake or not.

"What happened was I found out i was nothing more than a pawn to you,how can you even show yourself to me after planning to wed my brother ".

She looks at me helpless,unable defend herself yet bestow upon me the title of a clairvoyant as I know she'll try,"it is you I've always loved ,it's you who always has my loyalty, with Aelius it was just my father's scheme believe me it meant nothing ,you're my one true prince"

I scoff but it sounds hollow even to me,"some loyalty you showed when he was made crown prince",I get up and turn my back to her"drown yourself in wine at his grave and see how much worth he is now " at that callous remark I left the room and the red eyed Aksana behind.

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I enter the bathing area needing to feel clean after everything that's happened,there still a constant throbbing in my head and I swear when I get my hands on that masked man I won't let him best me. Not  again .

I shed the  layers of bandages on my chest to reveal a fresh scar in place of the wound courtesy of Aksa .

It's not jagged but a clean slice roughly over  my heart ,it's clear he knew what he was doing and I was stupid enough to be cocky and lose.

I lean against the sink and rest my head on my palm .looking up I see myself in the mirror ,the red stains on my arms and shoulders not fading any time soon nor the numerous scars littered everywhere on my bare chest now even on my noble mark the sun of sol right above my heart thanks to the lovely trespassers I met last night . Leaning back I take a proper look at myself and goddesses I don't look pretty which is strange cause I usually do ,my calico coloured hair is ruffled and dull ,there is no light behind my eyes but that's nothing new, I'm paler than the dead and my eye bags make me look like I haven't slept in months . I have a moment of silence over my lost looks before i plunge my self into the warm bath

The water at least wakes me up and clears my head off the last of the effects of the poison. Taking a moment of rest I began hatching my revenge.