“I don’t understand,” Deonna said, peering up from him. “A duchess?” They sat on Marlon’s bed; Deonna had her legs pressed against her chest and her head buried in her legs. Her body was trembling nearly uncontrollably, and she sobbed lightly into her legs. He didn’t blame her for feeling this way; he knew this was going to be a lot for her to take in. Everything she thought she knew was being ripped out from under her. “I can’t be a duchess,” she whispered, peering up at him with her tear-stained features. He wasn’t sure how to comfort her.He sighed and stared down at his hands as she continued crying.“Why would my parents never tell me this?” She asked, her voice cracking as she spoke.“I don’t think they knew,” he explained.“What do you mean?” She asked, snapping him another look. “How would they not know something like that?”“Well, you said they adopted you from an orphanage,” Marlon reminded her. “I don’t think the orphanage had that on record. At least, the guards didn’t w
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