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CHAPTER NINETEEN
"My family was murdered..." Morrigan's tears fell from her eyes as she remembers the fire that engulfed her family, and how Lydia laid lifeless in the alleyway. All of them died successively in front of her. All of those people who she depends on died one after another, leaving her alone in this world. She couldn't continue what she wanted to say as she could hardly feel able to breathe, even swallowing is hard. She started to fidget with her hands, trying to calm herself down from all the emotions swirling inside of her. Morrigan can barely narrate the whole story but with the gist of it that started from when her family died, she hoped that it was enough for them to understand. Trying to conceal her identity and heritage.
Frey's hand flew towards her mouth covering it from the gasp that escaped from her. She looked at the young lady in front of her who was fidgeting her fingers around the ring on her thumb. Her heart sank as she finally gets to know the reas
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Frey hummed as she combed and wash Morrigan's hair, her sweet voice singing in a beautiful chorale along with the birds at the outskirts. Morrigan sat there silently listening to Frey's lovely voice as her fingers caresses the engravements of the ring on her thumb. "Your hair is so silky, just a few washes and combing my hand just slides down along it," Frey said, enthusiasm evident in her sweet voice as she started to pat Morrigan's hair dry. Her hand slides down Morrigan's hair."How was your wrist? I'm really sorry for what happened last night," Morrigan said, guilt evident in her small voice. She fidgets on the ring that is on her thumb. She bit the insides of her cheeks as she look at her reflection on the water. Frey acted as if what happened last night is nothing. She continues to hum and tend to Morrigan's hair. Parting it in two equal sections, and from it, she parted per section into three. Morrigan's gaze flew on Frey's wrist which was bandaged and hi
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Frey pulled Morrigan immediately to one corner of the house once she set her foot inside the hut. Still able to see the prince who is pacing in exasperation in front of their humble abode. The colors in Frey's face seemed to seep away from her. Her hands sweating, and cold sweats trickled on her forehead. She looked at Morrigan who seemed to be indifferent at that moment. "Why did you talk to the prince in that manner?" Frey said in a hushed tone, despite her hushed voice fear laced Frey's voice as she interrogate Morrigan. Morrigan looked at her innocently. "What do you mean?" Frey pinched her skin lightly. Making Morrigan hissed and caress the part of her arm where Frey pinched her. Frey looked out of the window and finally heaved a sigh as Mathias had finally stormed away from their home. "Don't feign innocence. You know what you did." Morrigan acted as if she just remembered something. Pointing out the window to the direction where Mathias stood earl
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