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His heart skipped a beat. Did those words really come out of her mouth? He turned slowly and faced her."Really?""It is your stable, I have no right to make you leave.""Come with me!" He pulled her hurriedly and didn't stop until they reached their room. She didn't bother to ask what was going on either and just obeyed him."Undress," he ordered."Hmm?" She squeezed her face together. "Did I hear you right?"He stared right at her."Undress and wear a more comfortable and less formal dress."He walked out after that little sentence.She looked at where he stood for a while before running in quickly. She looked through her box and found one of the dresses she often wore as Belle. She changed into the sky blue gown with a white inner shirt. She fastened her boots and Lydia helped her with a fishtail braid."Did he tell you where you were going?" Lydia questioned."No," Isabelle turned around in her dress like a fairy."Are you that happy?" Adrian walked in with a smile.Lydia bowed im
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Malcolm walked leisurely to his mother's chambers. His guard was closely behind him and they moved in silence. Why would his mother call for him at that time? When he reaches the door, the court lady announced, "Prince Malcolm is here!" and she bowed. "Let him in," Indira's voice came from inside. The doors were opened and Malcolm entered. Indira was seated at a table with a cup of tea in front of her. There was another one where Malcolm was supposed to seat and some sugar. She looked serious. Malcolm knew his mother always had a serious face on but this was different. "Mother," he called softly so as not to press the wrong button."Sit, Malcolm," she replied after taking a sip of her tea. He lifted the cup to his nose and sniffed it."Black tea," his lips curved up in a smile. The black tea was extremely bitter but his mother enjoyed it. No amount of sugar could make it sweet but it would reduce the bitterness. He added two spoons of sugar quickly and took a sip.
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Adrian was looking at his reflection in the mirror as Isabelle rubbed olive oil on his scars. He sighed, "I used to be handsome." She looked at him in the mirror and he raised an eyebrow. "What?" "Nothing," she shook her head. She placed the lid on and set the oil aside. "You're going to the main palace, are you aware?" "No," she said. "Why?""I told you Nefertiti was getting married, didn't I? What would you be doing here when you're supposed to be helping her out until then?" He shook his head at her and walked to the bed. "All you do is sneak out," he muttered."When is the wedding?" She asked meekly. "In a week," he groaned. "You can take Lydia with you. The royal carriage will arrive soon." "Will you be okay alone?" He sat up and looked at her with a weird face. After pulling his lips in for a while, he let out an hysterical laughter. Her jaw dropped open. She had never seen him like that. Suppressing his laughter for a while, he snapped his fingers
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Adrian and Spencer sat quietly under the tree by the maidens residence in the late evening. He laid down, staring at the sky when Frederick walked in. "Adrian," he called gently. Adrian stood up while Spencer bowed."Are you okay?" "Would you be if you were in my position?" Adrian hissed and made to leave."You should have expected this. He did the same to Victoria. Princess Isabelle's parents probably knew this before they agreed to marry their daughter to you." "What has she done wrong‽" Adrian shouted and Spencer excused them. "I've never done anything for her and now you're asking me to take away her joy? I'm not a beast!" "Tell her before you go, that is the best."Frederick sighed and left. Spencer was about to leave when Juno walked in."Prince Adrian," she bowed. "Get away from me!" He yelled in frustration and walked away from her. Juno bit her fingernails furiously. Why wouldn't Adrian give her attention? Was he going to sleep with Isabelle?"Princ
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Alastair sat in Queen Indira's residence as the court maids brought him tea. He was deep in thought."Why are you looking down?" She walked in with her court maids. "The embarrassment your daughter has caused you is enough to last you a lifetime."He bowed as she took her seat."I called you here to offer you a deal," she signaled to her court lady and she escorted the maids out."A deal?" He asked.Queen Indira knew how to tread around people like him. He was cunning and calculative at the same time. He always looked calm and collected on the outside whereas a lot of sinister thoughts ran around in his head. "I shall marry your daughter to my son and in return, when the king abdicates the throne, make sure it goes to my son."He looked closely at her. They both knew what they were planning to do. Augustus was sharing a bed with a snake who had personal ambitions. Indira wanted to be become the king's mother. "Think about it," she tried to persuade him. "If your daughter marries Mal
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"Keep an eye on her," the Royal Physician told Lydia. "I shall come back tomorrow.""Alright," she bowed. "Thank you." "Rest well, your Highness," the Physician bowed to Isabelle and left. Isabelle was not asleep but she kept her eyes closed. She held the letter that was sent to her in her palms and squeezed it to the extent that the brown paper was tearing apart. Angbotain is in ruins. Angbotain is dead. Her kingdom was burnt to ashes. Adrian ruined them. He killed her. "Help me up," she said to Lydia. Lydia slipped her arms under Isabelle's shoulders and helped her up. "Where to?" She asked."The bathhouse," she replied. She helped her walk to the bathhouse. Isabelle looked like a living corpse as Lydia barely supported her weight. She asked all the court maids to leave, even Lydia. She stripped naked and stepped into the tub. It was warm. She sat down and closed her eyes because it felt like the water was aligning her bones. She was dead. Her enti
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Duncan served breakfast to Adrian and Isabelle who both sit at opposite ends of the table. Isabelle's hair has been cut into rhythm. She parted it in the middle and her coronet stood gently on her head."Where is Lydia?""She is ill," a court maid answered."Ill?" She asked. "Where is she?""In her quarters.""Is the physician there already?" She asked the maid and she nodded. "Duncan," she called and he looked at her. "Please make some porridge for her."Spencer arrived at the table and sat down. They all ate silently with Adrian occasionally stealing glances at his wife. Isabelle stood up and went to Lydia's quarters."What will you do?" Spencer asked Adrian. "About what?""Your wife, will you let her slip away?" He sighed. "Just tell her the truth.""No," he said and continued eating. "She has to hate me for a while. That way, her grudges shall be let go."Isabelle soaked a towel in cold water, wringed it out and placed it on Lydia's head. Her temperature would boil water. She wip
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"Prince Frederick," Alastair chuckled softly. "It seemed like Prince Malcolm forgot about his royal training. I was educating him on treason," he bowed in respect to Frederick."Is that true?" Frederick faced Malcolm."Yes it is," he replied nonchalantly."Then," Frederick smiled and crossed his hands behind his back. "I shall leave you to it."He walked off with his guards behind him. Alastair sighed in relief."Whatever you need to know, your mother will inform you," he left Malcolm staring at his back."That sly fox," Malcolm hissed as he walked back to his residence.The guards lit all the lanterns and torches around the palace, brightening up the environment. Isabelle wrapped her fleece around her body and dried her hair. After her altercation with Adrian in the bathhouse, he left her and she took her bath. He could never change, she thought as she dried her hair. She picked the lightest material she could find amongst her clothes and walked out of her room. She went to the kitc
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