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Soft cries that became more and more like screams. Clarita tried to reach the princess's gurney with great difficulty. He even forgot that the stitches on his stomach had not dried completely. She kept forcing herself to reach for the gurney until she accidentally dropped the glass, making the princess's cries get louder. Not only the princess, but now the baby in her arms was also crying because she was shocked.

Every instinct screamed for her to move closer, to lean into him, to let the bond snap shut. Instead, she whispered, “Thank you.” His gaze lingered on her for a long moment before he turned on his heel and left the hall. Kieran’s jaw tightened. His goblet shattered in his hand. The feast continued, but the air was poisoned now. Every glance, every whisper carried the same question: What lies between the princess and the elder son? Elara excused herself as soon as she could, fleeing to the quiet of the palace gardens. Moonlight bathed the roses in silver, the cool night air easing the fire in her veins. But her heart still thundered with every step.

" Ahaa ...well okay ...i know you don't drink a ot and you don't take drugs and you get tried and need to sleep too ...i know all of it ...i was going to say were you crying ?" " Since when did you become pyschic Cynthia/" asked Damon . " Oh come one i am not Pyschic i am literally everything accept pyschic ...but i don't need to be psychic to tell if you were crying ..your eyes are screaming yes they cried whole night ...i know because this is how exactly how my face looks when i wake up after crying the whole night ...don't ask me why i cry ..it's mostly bceause of my an=cne though ...nevermind why were you crying .' exclaimed Cynthia .

However, the mysterious water on his face continued to flow downward like a cry. “Tell me. What should I do, Rosie?” like a whisper, Prince Charles said in a trembling tone. His shoulders fell against my chest, his face falling onto my shoulder which instantly supported his collapsed body. In my hands, his back trembled violently. A feature that I will not miss because I myself experienced it many times. Weeping. Prince Charles seemed to be crying in my arms. But, why? His anger earlier could not be the reason he was crying like this. “If the Moon Goddess has misplaced our fate, tell me, what must I do to claim you back, Rosie?”

The pain was overwhelming, and his presence offered a fleeting comfort amidst the agony. "It's okay, Princess," he murmured, his voice soothing and almost melodic. The calmness in his hazel eyes mirrored his reassuring words. Suddenly, Jasmine and Mya burst through the door, crouching down next to me. "It's happening!" Jasmine squealed. My head snapped up, and I noticed Peach standing against the wall by the backdoor, a smug look plastered on her face.

"C–C–Cynthia it is not crying. Cynthia, my baby is not crying! what did you do? Cynthia what did you do!? Why is my baby not crying, Cynthia?" The queen had become luny, at that moment. She questioned the chief nurse as she pointed her forefinger, at the poor-old-woman. "your highness. I'm sorry I didn't hit the prince to make him cry, it's just that I got carried away by the joy, and I started dancing, my queen. I didn't do anything to the prince, my queen please forgive me!" Now that the queen had become crazy, and was accusing Cynthia, the poor-old-woman was trembling and started crying. She wished in her heart and prayed that the prince, wasn't dead.

“I know right? He turned down 20 billion dollars for my freedom! He wants to keep me as a slave.” “No, that's not why I screamed.” She shook her head. “It's not?” Her brows furrowed. “Then why did you scream?” Peach walked straight to the bed, and sat next to Mia, her eyes looking dazedly focused. “Pretty girl?” She called out to her. “Yes, Peach?”

Tears pricked her eyes but she didn't let them fall. She stormed to the door and was about unlocking it when Prince Reagan pulled her back to her spot. "Who told you that, how did you get all those informations?" Prince Reagan asked, his voice growing low and calm at being caught. "Let go of me. You shouldn't have brought me here. You gave me hope and took it all away again," Pink shouted struggling to get away from the prince's traps. By now, the tears she was trying to hold back has began spilling from her eyes.

I could see most of the women fainted. Oh! I haven't transformed to my human form yet. I tuned back to my self swiftly and eye searched to the alpha of the pack. He was seated on the top place. I glared hard at him. He looked shocked. "I am the new phoenix princess! And I order you, non of you f*cking fools is allowed to hurt her or I'll burn This whole pack into ashes! Ill burn it down! " I yelled. My voice was scary as heck. More women fainted.

A memory of Vic on top of me suddenly flashed in my head. I fell to the floor and let out a cry of pain. I lay on the floor in a fetal position, wishing that the water would drown me. I sobbed into my knees, letting out all the pain that I'd held onto for years. I cried and cried until no tears came out of my eyes anymore. The water started to run cold, and my fingers are already pruned. I forced myself to stand up and turned off the water. I grabbed the towel and dried myself off.