THE DUKE'S VIRGIN SACRIFICE
A faint scent drifted from her — like wilted lilies soaked too long in river water — cold, sweet, and unsettlingly familiar, as though she had just risen from a forgotten grave.
‘Royalty whispers your name, and knowledge drove the duke to his own death. Never let that leave you. NEVER! That necklace will guide you through the truth you're sick to find, and at the right time, you will possess the power it carries. The girl’s mouth was unmoving, yet her voice was as loud as timbrels.
I looked away from the mirror and turned to face the young girl who appeared to be almost my age.
“Who are you?” I asked, but even then I could see everything, I knew instantly who she was - or perhaps, who she h
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