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Leonor spent the rest of the day imagining all sorts of things. She didn't leave her room because she knew she'd just go running back to Armando's study to find out if he was truly bedding with another woman. She convinced herself over and over again, repeatedly like a chant that it didn't matter, it's Armando and this is how he is. He makes her heart flutter and breath hitch and then he turns around and beds with his numerous women. Sighs.

Leonor looked at the side of her bed to find the books she had indulged herself in to pass the time. She had really read through a lot. She picks out the lower book to start reading it all over again. It was a church book about all righteousness and its contrast to the unholy dark world she got embedded in with Armando.

She thought of what life would have been like for her if her brother had never double-crossed Armando in the first place. The thought should be a good thing to her, but it was bad. She thought of the people she got acquainted with