I narrow my eyes into slits as I stare at Harry. How can he look so relaxed after killing a man and sending an entire family to death?"My lady, we have to go." Someone bumps shoulders with me and starts to pick me up from the floor, but my eyes are still dead set on Harry.The person starts to drag me away, but I'm reluctant to leave."My lady, please," and I'm dragged away. It takes me a while to realize that it's Sandra pulling me out of the ballroom.She doesn't say anything until we get back to my room, where she sits me down on the bed and locks the door. She turns to me, but all I can see and hear is Harry beheading that doctor again and again."Are you alright?" Sandra asks me, and I look at her through hooded eyes as I clutch my chest."No. No, I'm not alright. A man was beheaded because of me. I'm not alright!" I whine out in a blubbering voice, and she turns her attention to the ground."I'm sorry you had to go through that," Sandra says, and I frown."You're sorry I had to
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