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CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
After the thunderstorm that shook the grounds of Hymir, leaving the kingdom damp. With puddles of mud and waters on its streets and excavations. The news of the Prince Regent's and the foreign prince's deaths spread high and low across the kingdom. Along with the night of roaring thunders and the frightening flashes of lightning, that same night was the gruesome death of the most respected gentlemen in the kingdom. An assassin had broken into the palace, as the people around the kingdom cower in fear of the approaching storm that would wreak havoc to the nation. Welcoming the daybreak with the loud resounding gongs and ringing of palace bells declaring the death of someone of high position in the kingdom.
The news immediately raised concerns and suspicions, pointing everything to the princess who seemed to have escaped another assassination attempt from the people who had repeatedly broken into the palace to eradicate the royal family. The citizens raised thei
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Morrigan hissed as she shifted her aching body. She groans and moans in pain as she tried to lift herself. Everything in her body feels sore, and even lifting a finger is tiring for her. The feeling of her bones being broken a thousand times lingering in her body. Even with her aching body, she tried to endure it for when she woke up one thing comes into her mind. Morrigan slowly opened her eyes. Her eyes still blurring, adjusting to the light around her. The sun outside slowly setting. The orange and crimson hues in a spectacular blend of colors, creating perfect scenic colors reminding her of autumn. The voices around her are muffled. She groaned in pain for another time alarming the maids around her. The maids that are all alerted in her sudden shift all turned their heads towards her. The maids hurriedly hoisted their skirts towards her bed. "Your Highness..." Their voices are synchronously calling her name, giving Morrigan a headache as their voices
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There was a deafening silence that enveloped the chamber. Morrigan and Colfre remained sitting by the bed, their hands now intertwined. No one remembers how their hands eventually got intertwined or who took the hand of the other first but it was a comfortable silence they share. Morrigan looks at her reflection in the vanity. Her eyes gazing at Colfre who was unexpectedly watching her through their reflection in the mirror. She smiled timidly. She heaved a sigh and averted her gaze, looking at the canopy of her bed. "Then the rest is history. Ever since that day, there was a void that grows inside of me. Every night it felt like the voices of the people I killed haunts me. Every night I wake up just to find myself in the middle of this room, alone in the darkness. I may have avenged myself and my family but I also lost everything in the process." Morrigan's hand tightened around Colfre's hand. Her beautiful eyes brimmed with tears. Colfre gazed at
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