In the silent embrace of the night, Linda lay peacefully within the inner chambers of the palace, surrounded by the opulence of her royal abode. The tranquility, however, was shattered when an ominous wind, like a harbinger of doom, swept through the corridors.
As the wind whispered its eerie tale, the flickering candle flames surrendered to the unseen force, plunging the room into an immediate abyss of darkness. Stirred from her slumber, Linda's eyes fluttered open, and she rose, propelled by an inexplicable sense of foreboding. Tiptoeing towards the window, she sought solace in the moonlit night.
Yet, the nocturnal symphony of owls carried with it a chorus of fearful voices, a haunting prelude to the inexplicable events that unfolded. Linda's heart pounded as she clutched the cold iron bars of the window, peering into the outer chambers with trepidation.
Her gaze fixed upon the king's throne, bathed in an eerie glow. There, amidst the acute fingers of moonlight, she witnessed a ghastly sight-the royal crown, adorned with a sinister substance that dripped like blood. The figure seated upon the throne defied any demonic expectation. A face familiar and confusingly resembling her husband stared back at her, yet distorted by an otherworldly transformation.
Linda's breath caught in her throat as she observed the king's tale snaking like a Python, and his deadly claws poised for unknown malevolence. Panic set in as her eyes darted back to her empty bed, realization dawning like a cruel revelation. "The brute of Gladion is really the king," she murmured, her lips barely able to form the words.
Unable to contain her terror, Linda's scream echoed through the palace halls, a sharp and piercing wail that cut through the night. In an instant, the brute, once confined to the shadows, materialized before her, rushing to envelop her in a tight embrace.
Desperation fueled her instinct to flee, but her legs betrayed her, refusing to respond to the command to escape. The brute's grasp widened, transforming before her eyes into the visage of her newly wedded husband-the king of Gladion. Linda, trapped in the nightmarish reality that unfolded, could only watch helplessly as the one she loved became a monstrous embodiment of darkness. The once regal and comforting presence now masked a sinister secret that would forever alter the course of Linda's fate in the kingdom of Gladion.