Hold me close and dont

Flicker was, despite what anyone might think, not a noble’s son. No, he was only ever a noble’s daughter. His parents never did see him as a man, not even when he stared down at them as they convulsed and choked on the floor.They only called him ‘an ungrateful bitch’ as the poison in their wine rid them of all their status and power, just with the snap of Flicker’s string-calloused fingers.He strolled out of there with a smile on his face and a wave to the guards and when the lifeless bodies of those who called themselves his parents were discovered on the floor of the salon, he was already out of the city gates, riding towards freedom.Fucking finaly.