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Taghin, King of Ababil. After a battle lasting over five hours—leaving the battlefield drenched in blood—Taghin’s army emerged victorious, and he seized the throne of the Kingdom of Ababil. Everyone feared him. He sat upon his throne wearing a cold smile; his features were sharp, his piercing blue eyes—deadly as venom—contrasted with his long black hair. In his hand, he held a goblet of fine red wine, the color of blood. An elderly man approached the throne, bowing his head in a mixture of respect and fear, and asked permission to speak; he reported finding a woman who had been hiding in the forest during the battle. Moments later, two of Taghin’s men dragged me in by the arms. I was weeping, my clothes torn—revealing the bareness of my bosom—though my long red hair fell across my chest, partially concealing my nakedness. I possessed striking features: hazel eyes, cherry-red lips, and skin of pure whiteness, dusted with freckles that looked like specks of earth.

Taghin, King of Ababil. After a battle lasting over five hours—leaving the battlefield drenched in blood—Taghin’s army emerged victorious, and he seized the throne of the Kingdom of Ababil. Everyone feared him. He sat upon his throne wearing a cold smile; his features were sharp, his piercing blue eyes—deadly as venom—contrasted with his long black hair. In his hand, he held a goblet of fine red wine, the color of blood. An elderly man approached the throne, bowing his head in a mixture of respe