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The speeches went on as protocol dictated, and despite the sombre nature of the events, I could still see a sea of people curiously awaiting my turn as if they could ask questions like in a conference. This is not my first time speaking publicly, but perhaps due to my inability to answer the question of what keeps me in Ketria, they are more than curious about my speech now that people have actually died in my name. Or perhaps I am over-reading this. Either way, I hate this. I…do not think I am worth thirty-six or thirty-eight lives; I do not think anyone is. To add to that, I have no formal plans to be their queen, but this is hardly the time or place to confirm or deny that. But honestly, I must hint; otherwise, it will feel like a betrayal when I finally find a decent excuse to leave Ketria. “I welcome Alba Crane as the representative of the temple of Ketria to offer some words of comfort.” I almost wink at Mother Magdalene for her smooth introduction of me as ‘High Priestes
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The sun is out now, and the day is no longer gloomy. It no longer feels as if the entire Ketria is in mourning.“What happened to your dress? Did you fall?”Marko’s question causes my gaze to move to my dress before the memory of the angry little one finds me again.A smile plays on my lips.Children are quite honest with their emotions and vulnerabilities. Will mine be like that?Christ, I am both terrified and excited.“Fall? No, I just brushed up on something.”“Here.”He says as he offers a flask and leans on one of the gravestones in the cemetery.The speech part of the ceremony is over, so most of the guests have left for the meal portion of the event in the palace.I want to ask why he is still here, but I know the answer has to be me.Either that, or my head is getting too big for my body.“What is inside?”I ask as I take the flask without awaiting his answer.“It’s a pain killer.”“A pain killer?”I repeat.“What the hell kind of painkiller is in a flask.”“What the hell kin
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter One-Twenty-Eight: Milos
The grave plaque inside the royal mausoleum is a beautiful white, gold and blue. Exclusive and exquisitely fit for royalty. So why is Mother’s name still etched onto it? “I asked that you be moved outside the royal mausoleum when I requested your divorce, but I guess Ninko wanted to be buried next to you.” I utter as I shut the door of that specific slot allocated to their generation in the ancestral line. “I am going to be honest and say I could care less where you ended up. I’d probably hire people to pee on your grave too.” There is no response; of course, there isn’t. It would be a problem if there were one. “I never in my life thought I would be here. You cannot really bury the problems the dead stirred, just the dead, huh?” A sigh slips from my lips as I settle next to a white marble sarcophagus opposite Mother’s, which rests atop Ninko’s. “Dying should come with a disclaimer. deaths only solve part of the problem or the cause of the problem; the things they stir still r
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