Sword of Destiny
His grasp became tighter, “ She may look like Destiny, but how sure are you that she…”
I cut the conversation by escaping from his grasp. I was near the painting and hid the sword and held my throbbing wrist. It hurts. I stood and said, “ Yes, I may look like her, but I won’t sit on that throne. Destiny may have chosen me, not to be queen to fill her throne nor a palace guard. She might have chosen me so I could protect you from each other.”
At this moment, I both saw them listening and not arguing.
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