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Princess Yeri.“He what!?” Diana says.“Will you accept?” Beth asks.“Princess?” Alice adds.“I have accepted.” I say and they gasp. After they gasp, they stare at me in a manner that says everything they are thinking. I can see Diana’s face, it carries the most shock or is it shame, debauchery, blasphemy? I cannot tell. She struggles to maintain her composure. Her hands, which usually moves with gentle assurance, trembles slightly, and she instinctively clasps them together in front of her, as if trying to steady herself. The depth of her distress is evident in the subtle quiver of her lips and the tightness around her eyes.The color has drained from all their faces.Diana appears lost for words, her mouth opens and closes as she struggles to find a response.“And why would you do that?” She asks.“To save Elanor.” I state.“And to lose yourself!?” She snaps at me and I jolt by the second. I do not say another word.“It is bad enough that we are tainted by these barbarians but to bo
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Alpha King Orizon. I cannot keep it in my chest. I want to tell everyone. I want to make it known that I have asked for Yeri’s hand. Therefore, I asked that we all have dinner together. The dowager is going to join in any second, she will be witness to the decision that I shall make. I will apologize to Mehera, I will do my best to pacify her. But tonight, everyone will get to know that Yeri is my mate. The bond that lives in between and inside of us is stronger than hate. I have learnt to let go of one, and hold onto the other. “You are quite early for dinner…you usually come last, are you that famished?” Camille asks. I am on my feet, watching the entrance. Asher and Kaine walk in. I do not give a reply to Camille yet for I am afraid that if I were to turn my mind somewhere, I would not catch Yeri as she makes her way in. Mehera is next to walk in, she curtsies before me and I nod. I shift my eyes from her when I see Yeri approaching. Her walking step is of composed grace; she i
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Mehera.“The king was about to tell the dowager.” I murmur, my head is laid at top the pillows and my maidservants are gathered around me.“My lady, you are going to become sick if you continue this—”“He was going to propose.” I murmur, all over again.“You cannot do anything if you become sick. Your temperature is rising—”“Shut up! I yell, digging my hands into the sheets of the bed. I have dug my fingers so hard that I can hardly feel my own knuckles anymore.“Just shut up!”“King Ozar is going to send me back to my father, empty handed…the whole capital will come to know about my fallen alliance. My friends, relatives…they are all going to look at me in disgrace. The king married his enemy, didn’t even glance at her despite living in his castle. I cannot even scream or yell as much as I want to for the castle has its own ears and eyes.”“What do I have that she doesn’t? Who am I kidding? She is the king’s mate.” I utter.“Where is Bertha?” I ask, looking at them in displeasure.“
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Princess Yeri. Hours earlier I exhale, looking at the letter in my hands. What does Collins have to tell me about Magnus? It seems urgent. I guess I would have to see him tonight and tell him myself. I will tell him about my decision with king Ozar. If I do not do it today, it may become complicated. At this moment, my maidservants are in the room, folding laundry and speaking to each other. Diana, on the other hand is somewhere in the castle. She will not face me. She is too upset. This is the woman that has taught me pride and honor. In the face others, I may seem rigid and prideful as ever. Yet, it is only because I learnt it from her. “No, he did not look at me.” Alice states. “He looked at your breasts. I saw it.” Beth says. “I will kill myself before I ever allow a Orizon guard do that.” Alice says. “Don’t lie, Diana is not here. You won’t squeeze your ears.” Beth says. Alice is about to retort when she sees me at the door. “Oh, please…don’t stop now.” I say and Beth chuc
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Alpha King Ozar.The scene has etched into my soul.Yeri was sprawled on the floor, her gown lay disheveled and pulled down to her waist, exposing her undergarments that barely concealed her bosom. Her skin was flushed, and her chest rose and fell gently with each breath as she lay, seemingly asleep, against Collins. That bastard of a brother! He was also bare-chested, his shirt discarded nearby, his arm draped protectively over Yeri’s shoulders.The intimacy of the scene is undeniable. Collins bare skin pressed against Yeri’s and it is all I saw. She has been sleeping with Collins this entire time? All the time where she accepted my ring and made me worship her…she was doing this with Collins? If all we found were letters to Magnus, I would have forgiven her. But that scene has broken my heart. It has broken me so bad that I cannot think of anything else except it. What does Collins have that I will not give her and more? Why would Yeri do this to me? I was about to give her everythi
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Mehera.I trailed behind Agnes, my steps are hesitant and I constantly have to look back. Bertha pushes me to go further. We have descended into the lowest servant wing. It is a dimly lit and musty part of the castle where the servants responsible for cleaning the pipes and other menial tasks resided. The air is thick with the scent of damp stone and the unpleasant odor of the castle's inner workings.The corridors are narrow and the walls are lined with worn, wooden doors, each leading to small, cramped rooms where the lowest-ranking servants slept.“This is where that whore deserves to be.” Agnes whispers and I look at Bertha who smiles.“What about her servants?” I ask.“Those fools…I have departed them from her. I have sent them to another division.” Agnes says and a part of me feels sorry for Yeri. But what can I do? This is not about her. It is about me being the queen that I deserve. Maybe when this is over, I will recover her from here and place her somewhere slightly better.
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Princess Yeri.“Answer me!” Camille shrieks.I sniff, looking at the ground and holding the pieces of my clothes together. Throughout the night, I had been in the same position, pondering…wondering. Where did I go wrong? Where did I leave my weaknesses? How could this happen? The second letter wasn’t from Collins. Someone did this to me and it’s someone in the castle.“Yeri, I’m speaking to you!” Camille says and I pinch myself. As soon as I close my eyes, a streak of hot tears rolls down my cheeks. I cannot forget how Ozar looked at me. Was it the moment where he held me close? As he inquired, searching for the reasons why I would do this…I saw his eyes cower with tears. From the depths of his being, I broke his heart. I broke the warrior to the point where he couldn’t control his own tears. I look at my empty finger. He has taken back all of his promises, he hates me.“You will rot in here if you don’t speak to me!”“Do you think I am stupid enough to do something like that?” I ask
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Princess Yeri.The smell of horse dung is thick in the air. I tie a napkin around my nose and mouth in a desperate attempt to block out the worst of the stench, but it does little to help. My hands are dirty, gripping the handle of a broom as I sweep the muck into a bucket.The straw on the floor is mixed with dung and urine. I stick my tongue into my throat in order to control myself from vomiting. I put my weight into each sweep, my arms are aching from the effort. For a moment, I stop to stare at my hands, they are red, begging me to stop doing this to them. The sweat from my brow drip down, soaking the fabric tied around her face.“Wow, you finally did it.” A stable boy says, looking around. He is a man with warm bronze skin, light brown hair, which is tousled and slightly too long, falling into his eyes. His eyes are a clear shade of hazel, flecked with hints of green and gold. His clothes are simple—worn trousers and a loose, sleeveless shirt that clung to his form with sweat,
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