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One hundred and nine
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Freya: I hadn’t expected things to go this smoothly. I had done nothing—absolutely nothing—but somehow, the pieces were falling right into place. Edward had gone from barely tolerating my presence to smiling at me. At first, I thought it was just an act, maybe a ploy to see if I had something to do with the outbreak, but no. His concern had been real. His gaze had softened, his voice had lost its usual edge. Anyone would call me delusional for thinking Edward would ever look at his brother's wife or stray away from that bitch, Lianna. The way he looked at me now... it was different. Maybe even better than the way he looked at Lianna. Anyone else might call me delusional, but I had watched him all day. I had seen the way he ignored her, the way his attention lingered on me just a little longer than necessary. And Lianna? Oh, the way it had messed with her. It was delicious. The flicker of anger behind her eyes, the way her shoulders tensed whenever Edward so
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Edward: Pain had a way of creeping into the bones, settling deep where no amount of resolve could shake it off. Lianna’s words echoed in my mind, gnawing at the edges of my restraint. Pretend to care about Freya. That was the plan she had proposed, the grand strategy to keep Freya close, to manipulate her into revealing whatever secrets she was hiding. But that wasn’t what fucking hurt. What hurt was that after everything I had confessed to Lianna, all the moments I had laid my heart bare, all she had ever given me in return was nothing. No reassurance. No admission that she felt something. Just cold strategy. The anger had festered, seeping into my veins like poison. If that’s what Lianna wanted, then fine. I would pretend. I would give her exactly what she asked for. I would entertain Freya, smile at her, hold out chairs, offer compliments that meant nothing. Maybe then, Lianna would understand. Maybe she’d finally see what it felt like to be discarde
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Freya: The moment I stepped into my chambers, I let out a long, exasperated sigh. The fabric of my dress clung to my skin uncomfortably. I needed to change, to wash off everything that had made today insufferable—Edward’s indifference, Freya's looming shadow over my ambitions, the irritation clawing at my skin like an insect I couldn’t swat away. I stripped out of my gown, letting it pool onto the floor before walking toward the mirror. My reflection stared back at me—golden curls perfectly in place, lips painted the color of ripe berries, eyes sharp, calculating. Beautiful. Desirable. And yet, completely powerless. For now. I pulled on a deep green velvet cloak, fastening it at my throat, and slid into a simpler dress—something fitting for where I was going. My fingers twitched as I laced up my boots. I was getting tired of this routine, of descending into the filth of the dungeons just to see a man who no longer served a purpose in my life. Soon, I wouldn’t h
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Lianna: The coolness of the balm seeped into my skin, dulling the persistent ache in my knee. Ingrid’s fingers worked in slow, circular motions, as she massaged. The minty scent of menthol filled the air, mixing with the faint fragrance of chamomile from the tea she had made earlier. It was almost comforting. “You know,” Ingrid muttered, her voice tight with irritation, “Edward has actually gone too far this time.” I let out a short, humorless laugh, tilting my head back against the cushioned chair. “Has he? Wow. What an astonishing revelation.” My tone dripped with mock surprise. “You mean imprisoning his own brother and letting his new pet, Freya, prance around like she owns the place wasn’t the epitome of rational leadership?” Ingrid huffed. “I mean it, Lianna. I’ve held my tongue, but now I’m angry.” “Good,” I murmured, shutting my eyes. “Hold onto that anger. Nurture it. Let it grow. Maybe then you’ll finally stop expecting anything remotely decent from hi
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Lianna: I woke up feeling… strange. The kind of strange that settled in my bones, wrapping around my chest. Lying there, staring at the golden drapes swaying slightly from the morning breeze, I sighed, dragging a hand down my face. There was nothing left to do. Freya had found a cure. Or rather, she had revealed it at the most opportune moment—right when Edward needed someone to swoop in and save the day. Right when the people were desperate for a hero. I didn’t doubt, not even for a second, that she had known it all along. She had played her hand perfectly, orchestrating every move like a master manipulator. First, Alistair had been murdered. Then Ethan had been framed. And now, as if to tie everything together with a pretty little bow, Freya had become the kingdom’s savior. I swallowed the bitterness rising in my throat. It was a clever strategy. Effective. And now, with Ethan no longer useful to her ambitions, I knew exactly where she would set her s
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Lianna: The moment we stepped away from Freya, Edward turned to me, amusement crinkling his eyes. “Am I in trouble?” I didn’t answer. I didn’t even look at him. Instead, I quickened my pace. Fucking hell, I eas so angry. So irritated at the fact that he thought this amusing enough. If I didn't have an ounce of respect for him, I would have hit him across the fuckin face. See maybe that would snap him out of whatever spell Freya put on him. By the time we reached my chambers, I pushed open the door and let it slam behind us. Edward barely had time to process before I whirled around, arms folding tightly across my chest. “What exactly do you think you’re doing?” He exhaled, raking a hand through his hair, that lazy, infuriating expression still on his face. “I was just thanking Freya for her help. She found the cure, Lianna.” “And sitting by the fountain with her like you were having a romantic rendezvous was the right way to do that, yeah?” “Oh, c'mon Lianna
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Lianna: The silence stretched between us, thick and suffocating. Edward hadn’t said a word since my outburst. He just stood there, his gaze locked onto me like he was trying to decipher some impossible puzzle. I scoffed, shaking my head as I turned away. “If you’re just going to stand there and say nothing, then I shouldn’t have said anything at all.” Before I could take another step, he was on me. A firm arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me flush against his chest. His warmth seeped into me, but I refused to relax. He buried his face in my hair, inhaling deeply before pressing a lingering kiss to my temple. “That’s not true,” he murmured, his voice thick, almost hoarse. “I’m speechless, Lianna. Fucking speechless.” He tightened his grip, as though afraid I’d slip away. “I didn’t expect to hear those words from you. I fucking didn’t.” His confession made my stomach flip, but I refused to let him off the hook so easily. Fighting the shiver running down m
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Lianna: The sound of hooves crunching against the dirt path filled the silence between me and the two people ahead—Edward and Freya. They were trotting side by side, laughing about something I had no fucking clue about. Their hushed voices blended with the rustling leaves around us, and every now and then, Edward would throw his head back and chuckle at something she said. I watched them, my grip tightening around the reins of my horse. My fingers were stiff, nearly frozen from how hard I was holding on, but I didn’t care. I could feel my heartbeat in my throat, a violent pulse of betrayal that I had swallowed over and over again until now. How fucking foolish was I? That was the only question in my mind. How foolish was I to be following behind them like some discarded pet, pretending there was nothing to worry about? Pretending like my fiancé hadn’t promised me—this morning—that he would steer clear of her? And yet, here we were. I let out a dry laugh, sh
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