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I was in a ‘coma’ for three days. To keep up the pretence of being half-dead, I never left the room and only Killian, Jack and Harold were allowed in. The physician already realized I was not poisoned but he came and went to maintain appearance. “How is the situation outside?” Killian moved his wor
“But – Please, just take it.” She shoved the bottle in his direction and he growled. “You made an antidote without knowing the poison so you must have been the one who made the poison in the first place. How can you connive with that bastard to kill your own daughter? Even a dog values its young.”
“It’s – It’s dangerous,” Victoria mumbled at the same time Killian shouted. “When will you stop coveting my mate? Is it until I cut off all your limbs and leave them for rogues to feast on?” We all shrank away at the viciousness of his words. He fixed his gaze on Cedric who took a step back, clutch
“It seems you know everything,” she said with a sigh as if she alone carried the weight of the world. “If I answer your question, will you answer one of mine?” I opened my mouth on a retort, to tell her she owed me an explanation at least and I owed her nothing, but she beat me to the punch. “Just o
“I – I never –“ “I am sure you made that poison knowing who Hawke would target,” I cut her off. She bowed yet again. “Even if you say you became Hawke’s puppet to ensure he never went looking for me, I can’t believe you since you are helping him against my mate. Hurting Killian is the same as hurti
“Just – forgot I said that.” I never thought my first proper conversation with my mother would end in a screaming match. “And you don’t have to protect me anymore. Killian does a good enough job.” Her expression turned pained. “Maybe live for yourself rather than sticking to Hawke because you think
“You are hiding something,” Killian said to me that night. He returned early today of all days, a day when I wanted to think more than I wanted to talk. “What am I hiding?” I pretended to not understand what he meant. “How would I know? You are even refusing to look at me.” His words sounded like
“He hated everything about the monarchy and used to joke about running away and changing his name to Samuel. That’s why – that’s why when I heard he took – he took his life, I believed.” He covered his face with his palm. “He – He was not the type to do that and I suspected something off but he hate