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The Assassination Attempt On The King By His Mistress
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Seeing the situation take a drastic turn against her, Laylin's desperate eyes lowered to her husband who was looking at her with a turn of his lips, as if to say, ‘See?’ Her shivering body cowered down as tears welled up in her eyes. She decided to swallow her pride and spout something closer to the truth. Laying breaths came out in pants, her anxiety was getting to her head. The way she was persecuted, she felt convinced that there was no way out of it. She flailed about, feeling light-headed. “No. No, I didn’t and everyone already know that! Doing so, wouldn’t have ever played in my favor. If I had planned it, I would have known this much. It was instinctive with no killing intent. I was just scared of the witch hunt! I was afraid of the examination on my nanny and me! I freaked out and acted. I saw the executions yesterday and I…” She chewed her lips, staring at him with wet eyes, telling him to end this. The entire court waited for the King’s command while he assessed her with
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“Die quietly. I will make it easy considering your pampered life.” A voice whispered in her ear from behind. Laylin winced quietly as the blade grazed her neck, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” The woman scoffed as if she found it ridiculous to even consider her a threat, “You sound cool for someone sweating buckets." The woman scoffed out a laugh. "Humor me, and why is that?” “It’s late at night.” Laylin whispered slowly, “Your breath reeks of alcohol…” The woman furrowed her brows, feeling the handle of the dagger heat up. “…You are probably not in your right mind... Soon you will imagine things.” Laylin slowly murmured, hypnotizing the assassin. "Ah!" The woman shrieked as her dagger suddenly got this scorching hot that she had to throw it away. Laylin turned around to look at the woman wearing black clothes. Her face was covered with a veil. Familiar looking rich copper hair bunched up together on her head in a bun. Copper hair?! “Who sent you?” With her feeble fingers
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Her morning was stale like nothing happened yesterday night when she had just walked out of the jaws of death several times. She gritted her teeth, patting her forehead in frustration. It was a miracle he had left early the next morning without being nosy or angry. The assassin was out in the open and could babble to anyone. All it would take is a grain of suspicion... Groaning in frustration, she flipped the tray. 'CLING! CLANK!' The cutlery went crashing down. Her maids flinched back. “Argh… Why?! Why!” Halo and Sami just stared at her fling things around for the sixth time. The Princess wasn't the abuser type but had been getting mad at things since morning. They had heard of the assassination attempt and how the King had forced her to relocate to his other suite. The Princess had been livid, screaming and crying. The whole night staff had witnessed it and now the whole palace was buzzing with it. She was like a ticking time bomb, getting angry one second, shouting, thro
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