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I woke up knowing that I would finally give Hana to Michael.
The pain I was feeling now was similar to when you accidentally hit your finger toe against the edge of a pew, or a table, or your bed, or any other furniture that was on your way. It only hurt the first moments, but as seconds pass, it became a little bearable until you could not feel it.
It became more than bearable when the girls understood her immediately. They were happy about the marriage, even it meant that Michael would be taking Hana away too. I had to do the same. I had to understand and be happy.
The door creaked as Agnes entered my room, “The knights went out to search the grounds again.” She announced to us. And it meant that we had to go now. “Get yourselves ready.” I demanded.
And then the girls started hurrying to g
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