Hunchback shadow, Richard, eyes like knives, grin like fire in the cold, plotting, twisting, crawling through the court, stepping on bones, stepping on hearts, every word a dagger, every glance a trap.
Brothers fall, nieces vanish, crowns whispered about in dark rooms, whispers turning into screams, the throne calling, hungry, take it, take it, take it. He smiles while blood pools under silk and gold.
Women wail, men die, ghosts flicker in the corners, accusing, cursing, the past bleeding into the present, and Richard dances through it, laughing, thinking, all mine, all mine, all mine.
War at the gates, Richmond rising like a storm, armies clashing, swords singing, the hunchback tyrant swinging, cursing, roaring, fear and madness tangled in every step. And at last — one blade, one moment, the grin falters, shadow shatters, crown falls, silence heavy, heavy like death.
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