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CHAPTER FIFTEEN
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2021-12-07 21:25:28There was a period when I felt completely hopeless. It was when, despite my apparent opposition, my father married Tremaine. I felt helpless, knowing that my father's love for my mother had already diminished, and that his love for me would soon follow suit. I was despondent that my father opted to oppose me rather than reject another marriage proposal from Tremaine. I had given up hope that my family would ever be whole again.
As we are carried away from the room where the Queen and I spoke, a familiar feeling surges through me like lightning, striking me with its mighty force. When we leave the room, I am quite weak. I can't even feel the pain of the Warden's fingers digging into my skin as they grasp me. I'm tempted to cry. It'd be simple for me to show weakness because I've never been tough. However, for some reason, I remain silent as I consider how the Queen dismisses my words as if they are contagious.
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