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CHAPTER FORTY
"Have you heard of the rumor?"
A young man dressed in finely tailored clothes, veiled in a heavy cloak stood frozen on the spot as he heard the two young ladies standing in front of a seamstress' shop gossip with each other. Their hands inspecting different kinds of fabrics and silks that are laid out of the seamstress' shop. "What rumor?" The other lady asked her colleague as she diverted her gaze towards the pouches displayed on the rack. Choosing the finest one with exemplary embroidery. The other lady seemed to blush as she heaved a sigh and gestured towards the palace. Her eyes look at the towering infrastructure with great adoration.
"It seems like we will witness royal matrimony soon. The tenth prince from the neighboring kingdom and the crown princess seemed to have fallen in love with one another!" The other
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The night goes colder and colder as the rain goes near. With the thunders and lightning continuously rocking the lands of Hymir, trembling under its light and horrifying roars. Morrigan stood there silently in front of the room of her uncle, her hands around the hilt of the dagger in her hand. The blood tainting it drying and leaving traces of the rustic liquid on its sharp blade. Her eyes are void of other emotions but anger. The air around her is sinister as her eyes have nothing but cravings for more blood to spill. Her hands are already tainted with blood but she knows there will be no point in turning back. Whatever she did it for her good, for her sanity, for her reputation, for her freedom, and for the rightful things that are meant for her that the Prince Regent wanted to rob her. Her hands reached for the cold knob of the door, pushing it stealthily till it creaks ominously, letting in enough light to the room. The occasional lightning casting a
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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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