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Seventeen • Soften Up

•Benjamin•

Green eyes stared back at me in the mirror as I buttoned up my white shirt. It was somewhere around six in the morning and I figured that starting off early would cater best to the busy day ahead.

Thinking back to the request that Heather made yesterday, I was curious to see her reaction. Most nobles - especially high nobles - would never associate themselves with the poor, especially villagers.

A part of me thought that she might be doing this as lip service. Maybe she thought that she would seem more attractive or queen-like if she was a "helping the poor and defending the weak" type of person.

Those type of hypocritical people annoyed me the most. They behaved like they were doing everyone a favour by being nice. No matter how many times I witnessed it, it angered me no less.

Helping someone in order to brag about it and get praise from the people around you was not help.

At the same time, Heather was a mystery to me. It was difficult to know what she was thin
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