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Grabbing his hand, I smiled in response, “And mom called me Princess just like you, dad.” … Leaving the Royal palace could be so difficult, I had never imagined it before today. When I finally bid farewell to my kids and went out to open the portal, a hurried maid informed me. “Prisoner Sylvia… S-she wants to see you, Crown princess. I-It’s urgent!” As I was running late, I asked her to come later. However, that maid was persistent, she knelt on the floor in reply. “Prisoner Sylvia is in labor, and she isn’t cooperating with doctors. Please…”

The power oozing from him was enough to render the crowd speechless. "Who is representing you? Step forward and talk to your king!" Dane's strong voice resonated. Two women in their 30s or early forties stepped forward, along with two of the warriors imprisoned. I gasped when I realized that the women were among the prisoners, too. "My King!" One of the women vowed before addressing him. "My name is Serena Dell. As you already know, I was among the prisoners in North Natbia. The constant abuse and horrors that we were subjected to have scarred us for life. Just when we thought that we were free, that you had rescued us, we came to our own land to find out our enemies were intending to rule o

Eventually, they agreed to use the two because both are good. Comfort and Princess went to a girls school to talk to the Principal about their project for the school. The principal was not eager to agree. Then, Comfort spoke to her thus: With due respect, ma'am, have you ever known what it means to be ravished, do you know how it feels for your virginity to be taken by force? Many of your students may have been molested by your teachers and you may never know but we are here to prove a point to you. Give us a chance to prove our point but if you resist, God will know we have tried, you are the one who refused to liberate those in bondage. Princess let us go".She stood up and moved out with

she said as fell to the ground. What kind of life, as she has been living. “Prissy, I can help you but you have to help catch the culprit, tell who they are,” I said crouching before her in front of iron bars. “I don't know, I swear. I just got a call from them, I couldn't tell if it was a female or a male saying if I do as they said, they won't post those pictures,” she answered, tears welled up. “I only wanted to pay my debt off,” she cried. Prissy was always prideful, she looked small, tried.

"Mr. Williams, the Moretti family never disappeared. Now, I need you to publish every scandal about Marco Ricci within the hour." "What scandals?" "Ponzi scheme, embezzling client funds, fraudulent financial reports," I listed them off. "The proof is already in your inbox. And while you're at it, notify the New York Times and the Post. I want this story on every front page." "Ms. Moretti, this is..." "You know the Moretti name, Mr. Williams," my voice dropped, low and dangerous. "Don't make me give you a history lesson on why it's still respected."

“No, but... it looked that way. You've been gentler with Karen. With Seraphina you've been... harsher.” Harsher. The word lodged like a knife. And God help me—it was true. I had turned a blind eye when Karen's people dangled her off the fortieth floor. I had let them throw her into the dungeon. The dungeon! I stormed out of the conference room and down to the dungeon. The air was thick and damp, and a faint metallic scent of blood filled my nostrils. In a corner, on what could barely be called a bed, lay a white shirt. The same shirt Sera had been wearing when she was dragged down here.

I would make a fool out of myself. Slowly, I lifted my head and saw Alexander looking back at me, worry coating his face and Caspian looked like he wanted to step forward and comfort me. But Kai’s arms were still wrapped around me and I doubted he would let go of me, especially with the announcement. “Wasn’t she in the Red Maple Prison?” Someone from the crowd called and both princes looked up to glare. “Ah, so she’s a whore and a criminal, wonder how many people she was with in prison?”

"The way it was broken, Princess... it doesn't look like a normal animal did it. It was too... powerful. And as you know, Princess Isla's room was locked from the inside." Annie pressed her lips together, acting like she was thinking hard with worry. "This is all so deeply scary. I can only hope Isla will come back safe and soon." She waited a moment, then leaned a little closer to the Captain, talking quietly like she was telling a secret. "You know, Captain, some of the servants... they've been talking quietly to each other. About Princess Isla acting strange lately. The stealing... the way she looked at Prince Caius... almost... wild. Did you see anything strange yourself, Captain?" She l

Forget space travel—explain the Tupperware phenomenon! Speaking of space, let’s imagine aliens. Not the scary, slimy kind, but the kind that lands here, looks around, and says, “You people pay money to watch other humans eat food online? You invented planes but still argue about pineapple on pizza? And you call your leader a Prime Minister even though they’re rarely first at anything?” The aliens would probably just leave, shaking their green heads in disbelief.