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She had thought Ophelia was too young to even know what was going on. “I am going with the princess” Ophelia says picking the bag she had hidden “at least she saved me from the trauma you inflicted on me, at least she defended me. The only reason we haven’t reported to you is because I didn’t want to be an orphan. I am old enough, don’t push my hand.”

"But that doesn't mean I'll ever forgive her for what she did. Every day is a hope for her to be as good as Ophelia but everyday is another opportunity to make her life even more miserable. Slowly until I've taken all the essence in it." It was all Olivia's fault. The greatest mistake in her life wouldn't be the one she'd do in the next few years but the one she's done a few years back and forgotten_ getting in between Ophelia and Edward. Reportedly, Ophelia had lived in the palace all her life and played by Edward's side before he left when he was twelve. He returned to find his mate and couldn't be more happy when he discovered his childhood sweetheart was his mate. Then Celia started want

Horace warned as he took the sword to his face, staring at it. Taking the sword closer to his nose as he sniffed it in, he said, "It stinks! Disgusting." He felt disgusted as he placed the sword on Ophelia's neck. Shivering, unable to maintain her balance, Ophelia fell to her knees, wondering if she had ever made a mistake by deciding to come to the Midnight Prowlers pack. Her main reason was just to get Nora all this time, but she had lost her son before she got to lay her hand on Nora.

Max’s fate had been written in stone the moment he fell for someone as fickle as Ophelia. How ironic. Ophelia in Hamlet ended up going mad and drowning. Even her name was a harbinger of bad luck. And she was exactly that for me. My bad luck. My downfall. My nemesis. The night everything imploded flashed by. The night she turned eighteen. The night she first shifted. The same night she almost killed my step-mother.

Cecilia suddenly kneeled before me and cried, “Madam. I am really sorry. I didn’t mean to do it to Ophelia. I didn’t mean to poison that tea I gave her that day.” And then I remembered what Ophelia had told me that day she was incarcerated in a silver cage. She was given tea, and then it became dark after that. I fell to my bed and clutched my chest when I felt it throbbing painfully. I couldn’t believe what I had just heard from Cecilia. “W- why did you do it? I thought y-you like the both of us. W-why did you do it, Cecilia?” I whispered.

"The ones who have been hunting the old blood for centuries. Even as time goes by, they do not stop and do not forget. They are relentless in their pursuit." He had never heard her speak of hunters before. He had never heard her speak of anything beyond the spell. But there was no hesitation in her voice. There was no hint of doubt. "Why would they hunt her? She had nothing." "She had the child. That was more than enough reason." The child. Ophelia. He had seen her facing Darkholme without flinching. He had not understood what he was looking at. "She does not know," he said. "The girl. She does not know what she carries."

The silence stretched. Long enough for the question to matter. Long enough for the answer to become dangerous. Then Ophelia spoke. Quietly. Calmly. “Because he would have done the same.” The words changed everything. The room felt different. The woman noticed it too. Her eyes sharpened slightly. For the first time— Something resembling curiosity appeared. “Are you sure about that?” Ophelia never looked away from the screen. “Yes.” She believed it. Every part of her believed it.

I wasn't sure how I could miss someone I'd never met, but it was true. I shook my head to clear it. These thoughts were causing me more pain and weren't getting me anywhere. I headed downstairs and found Taylor sitting by the window, reading a book about caring for exotic animals. She looked so peaceful, and I envied her for that. Since Ophelia had disappeared it seemed that I could find no peace wherever I happened to be. And I couldn't help but wonder how things would be different if she were around. There was an unspoken agreement between those around me to avoid discussing her as if she were an evil spirit we were all avoiding summoning by using her name.