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Chapter 33 Brutal Selection

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I suddenly felt a pang of anxiety at Leila’s bluntness. It was as if lightning coursed through me and my hands began to shake. I peered around nervously, suddenly nervous.

“Lady Leila,” I reminded her quietly, my eyes darting around us. “I must remind you that here in the garden, we could be overheard by anyone passing by. The hedge may shield us but sound still carries.”

Leila’s eyes narrowed and then she shrugged nonchalantly. “Then we shall walk.”

I was impressed by her casual air and dutifully followed her as she rose from the bench and ventured away from the pond.

We wandered silently as we wove through the garden and then, as we approached a succession of flowering bushes, Leila spoke again.

“This palace is a cage,” she uttered, her gaze shifting to the castle beyond us. “Its wall looming above us like bars and stripped bare of sincerity, trust, honesty, and kindness. Its corridors are filled only with endless conspiracies.”

A cage. That was often how it felt.

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