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Ravenwoodwitch
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"Money?" Ileana scoffed. "You know nothing. Old money runs deep back home, along with the split blood of friends and family. There's three families in a constant state of war for this crown, and murder is second nature. A union here would put an end to that fighting and save countless lives..."
She turned around, eying the silver-haired girl. "I mean your prince no harm, girl; I never did. On the contrary, he was the one who threatened me harm and even inflicted it upon another girl. I ask you, kindly, that you not accuse me of things I never intended to put into practice when all I seek is to do my duty as a royal."
That done, Ileana pushed past the others and into the bathing chambers. Once gone, she wiped a single red-tear from her cheeks. No, they couldn't see her like this...she had to be strong.
Why couldn't Mishka have been older? she wondered, and began to strip down. She could deal with these shrill-voiced harpies, and I could go home.
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That exchange sounded rough.
The magic stood outside the door, shaking his head. The idea that three different girls had seen him with her was bothersome, but not too worrisome. Who would the prince belief? The servants he treated with loving respect, or the woman whose very presence made him twitch?
Still.... he decided it best to scan their heads, see which one was keen on running to the prince. Shouldn't have been too hard to convince them not to.
She turned around, eying the silver-haired girl. "I mean your prince no harm, girl; I never did. On the contrary, he was the one who threatened me harm and even inflicted it upon another girl. I ask you, kindly, that you not accuse me of things I never intended to put into practice when all I seek is to do my duty as a royal."
That done, Ileana pushed past the others and into the bathing chambers. Once gone, she wiped a single red-tear from her cheeks. No, they couldn't see her like this...she had to be strong.
Why couldn't Mishka have been older? she wondered, and began to strip down. She could deal with these shrill-voiced harpies, and I could go home.
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That exchange sounded rough.
The magic stood outside the door, shaking his head. The idea that three different girls had seen him with her was bothersome, but not too worrisome. Who would the prince belief? The servants he treated with loving respect, or the woman whose very presence made him twitch?
Still.... he decided it best to scan their heads, see which one was keen on running to the prince. Shouldn't have been too hard to convince them not to.