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VICTORIA'S POV — 84

"How dare him?" I scream, pushing everything down the table. This wasn't what I had in mind: marriage?? I laugh continuously until I fall to my knees, exhausted.

Three hours gone, and I hate myself for coming down to the palace. I set my house on fire and made a plan to make it look like I was robbed.

"You must get married. I'd I would be the one who picks your husband," His words are stuck in my head like a favourite song, and I can't stop humming. I clench my hands around my head, sitting in the dark, cold corner, my hands wrapped around my legs. Make it stop! Make it stop!

Declan Hill, "You must get married. I'd I would be the one who picks your husband, Declan Hill,"

I know it. He is keeping an eye on me. He is— my skin is turning pale from the harsh cold. Stella isn't here to turn fire, and I can't. It's too cold, and I don't want to die either.

"My—" Stella barges in, startled. She quickly rushes to the lamp and takes it, turning it on. Once the light is on, her eyes widen, s
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