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Edwina. I almost couldn't believe that our plan had succeeded to this extent, a daring escape in motion. I moved forward, driven by a sense of determination and a willingness to face whatever consequences awaited me. Death seemed a preferable outcome to a life of submission. The chariot glided slowly through the night, the moon casting an ethereal glow on the beautiful maids lining our path. After a brief ride, an unspoken understanding passed between Benita and me — it was time to forge our path. Locking eyes, we steered the horses onto a different route, disappearing into the shadows without a backward glance. Confusion reigned among the maids we left behind. The abrupt shift in our trajectory confounded them, and it took precious moments for them to comprehend the situation. As realization dawned, screams pierced the air, a discordant melody of surprise and alarm. Benita and I urged the horses forward, racing like maniacs through the night. Meanwhile, Rebecca, our unwi
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Edward Today is my wedding ceremony, I feel an odd hesitancy, as though I desire the evening would never end in order to avoid this particular moment. I don't really want to participate in this event, therefore the commitment I made feels like a heavy anchor. Did someone force me into doing this? There was an irritating knock on the door which pulled me out of my thoughts. I opened the door, finally giving in to the intrusions that had been bothering me for so long. Omen and a group of specialists and designers were waiting to outfit me for the event. Omen, who seemed to be overflowing with disdain, answered with a Omen, seemingly filled with excitement, rushed in with the specialists. "My king, you need to try your outfit on," he said Ï don't need these people here, I can dress myself!"I said hoping to dismiss them. "I do not doubt your ability, Your Highness, but this is the day of your wedding. We use professionals because everything needs to be done accurately.
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EDWARD I'm perplexed. Why would anyone want to kidnap Rebecca? It doesn't make any sense. Is someone trying to upset me? If so, it's a foolish move because I'm not that upset. I just feel obligated to find her, and it's more than a little disrespectful. Yes, I have every right to be angry. Today was supposed to be my wedding day, so what is this disgrace all about? "Who dares to lay hands on the bride of the king?" I asked angrily. "Sire, we don't know yet. The escorts said she was riding on her horse to the venue, then two riders took a different turn and fled..." "No, that doesn't make any sense. Ordinary riders cannot pull off something like this. This is the work of someone in a high position. Someone with audacity is involved in this." "Where are the guards? I need a good number of them to accompany me!" I stepped out of the room, and they all walked with me. "Also, get all the gates to exit the town locked," I commanded. As we were leaving, they began sounding
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Edwina As we drew near a little settlement, a day's ride from Avalor, the night descended. We went into the woods to find safety and a quiet place to stay until the light of dawn revealed our way. We were tired from the journey, and our eagerness was stoked by the thought of what awaited us in Avalor. The silence of the night was broken as we got closer to our resting spot by an unwelcome sound, a combination of groans and stretches. I suddenly realized that Lady Rebeca was awake. Her confused and distressed voice cut through the night air. Oh my goddess! Where am I? What the fuck is this place?" Her tone conveyed a sincere fear, intensified by her confusion of suddenly finding herself in unfamiliar surroundings. We halted the horses and moved closer to the chariot to see why Lady Rebeca was so upset. Her eyes filled with dread, and she slowly tried to release herself from the chariot. She cried out as soon as her feet reached the earth, and Benita and I helped her down c
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EDWINA The drug's effect on Rebeca manifested in a relentless hunger and drowsiness, painting vulnerability across her once defiant facade. Benita and I maintained a quiet vigilance, aware that every decision held the potential to alter the course of our unpredictable journey. Amid this hushed voyage, the only audible disturbance was the growling protest of Rebeca's stomach. Hungry and weakened by the drug's influence, Rebeca could not endure the silent torment any longer. The stillness shattered as she broke the silence with a demand, her tone dripping with both desperation and rudeness. "Please, can I have some food at least?" she implored, her pride momentarily eclipsed by the insistent growls emanating from her stomach. "Oh, I thought you rejected it earlier," Benita remarked, her words carrying a subtle mockery. "Well, that was then, but I'm hungry now, and I need to eat," Rebeca retorted, her entitlement evident in her tone. "The pretty lady wants some f
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Edward Under the dark skies whose only ignition was the moonlight, accompanied by my swiftest men and agile warriors, rides through the darkened villages in pursuit of his kidnapped Edwina and Rebeca. Torchlight flickers, casting shadows as we interrogate villagers and scan the horizon, fueled by the urgency to find them. The air is thick with tension as the search party presses on, determined to unravel the mystery. Through the darkness, the search party presses on, their horses tirelessly covering the ground. The moon witnesses their unyielding determination as they chase them, relentless in their pursuit. Sleep eludes us, replaced by the relentless rhythm of hooves and the resolve to reclaim the stolen bride before dawn break Our horses are very fast and I'm sure Rebeca’s chariot horses are not this fast. The only time we had to rest was when the horses needed water. My mind did not did not go to sleep neither did my thought. I could only pick the faint track of Reb
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Edwina The trip back to Avalor turned into an endurance test because there was just one horse left to draw the wrecked chariot. The damaged carriage moaned with disapproval, its wheels resonating with the fatigue of the chase we had abandoned. Closer to the gates of Avalor, My eyes flicked back and forth between our objective on the horizon and the increasing cloud of dust that indicated Edward and his men's unrelenting advance. The crisp night air had a hint of impending danger, and I could feel my heart palpating with anxiety. But fear didn't stop me; on the contrary, it strengthened my drive. The gates of Avalor stood enticingly close, even with the exhaustion that set in. The hunt was getting closer with every heartbeat, and every second seemed to drag on forever. My senses perked up as the gates grew bigger. The win, or whatever you want to call it at that point, was almost within my grasp, but the smell of chasing enemies persisted. "Edwina!" My name echoed thr
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Edwina The chaotic scene within Avalor took an unexpected turn as a group of rogues, formidable and ready for battle, inserted themselves into our tense confrontation. "The rogue king asked us to welcome you," grinned a muscular rogue, a sinister smile etched across his face. The air crackled with anticipation as Edward and his men squared off against the new threat. Amid the impending clash, Edward, decisive and protective, lifted me from the ground. I instinctively reached for Benita, and together, we found refuge in the waiting chariot, where a sleeping beauty lay unaware of the turmoil surrounding her. "Stay here!" Edward commanded, his tone leaving no room for disobedience. The chariot rattled to life, carrying us a safe distance away from the imminent battleground. I watched Edward, torn between confusion and curiosity, as he sprinted back towards the impending fight. Unable to comprehend his relentless protection, I called out to him, hoping he would hear the trut
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