A thin veil seemed to hang between us. We were courteous, proper, and distant.He asked if I had been well that day, and I said I was fine. He said the weather had turned cold and told me to wear another layer. I said I understood and thanked him for his concern. Later on, we had a huge fight over the matter of heirs and I stopped seeking him out.When he came, I avoided him when I could. When he did not, I sat alone, staring blankly into the sky, letting one day pass into the next aimlessly.He thought I was brooding, but I was simply too tired. Too tired to fight, too tired to hope, and too tired to hate him properly.On the day of the royal hunt, the autumn sky stretched high and cold. I stood in a clearing in the woods, lost in thoughts, all alone.Suddenly, Cecily screamed behind me. "Why did you push me, Your Majesty?!"I turned in surprise and saw Cecily sitting on the ground, her hair loose and disheveled with her face pale.Jeffrey helped her up, his expression full of
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