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It was too hard for her to believe that the man she had been wanting dead was the boy of seventeen years ago, but would that change anything? She's not sure—not when she didn't even recognize her, that means the bond between them is gone…..and that's why she will reject him the moment she's done with the others.

On her way back to the palace, she was lost in thought. Her leg was too weak to bear the weight of her body. All that filled her mind was what to do with Arthur to not feel bad on her own.

“You'll be the last that I'll kill because you don't even recognize me and won't let go of the throne. So I'll take what belongs to me and make sure you make your way.” she paused and wiped her face. “I'll only spare your life if you let go of the throne easily without causing commotion. Otherwise, I'll end your life like the others and forget about you entirely.”

She threw the incense pot on the ground, not satisfied with her thought. “But why? Why would you be that boy? How did you end up