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Edwina

He was quiet after hearing everything I had to say. There was a look of confusion and remorse on his face. His eyes searched mine, seeking some kind of understanding or forgiveness. I couldn't bear to see it.

“I had no idea what was going on…your father? Mother? Edwina…” he stammered, his voice trailing off in an attempt to console me. I cut him short in the middle of his unnecessary condolence.

“Please, Edward, save your remorse and shove it up your ass. I don’t need it! I don’t need you, and you should have never tried to save me,” I snapped, my emotions boiling over. “You should just go back to your kingdom and get married to your bride. I’m glad she escaped death, but I would sacrifice her over and over again if that is what it means to get my mother back.

I don’t regret what I did, so if you want to punish me, you better do it and make sure the punishment is death. Make it quick, King Edward!” I roared harshly but kept my voice low, a venomous mixture of anger