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CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Morrigan's room is busier than usual, with maids going in and out of her room. Butlers delivering messages and gifts from envoys of other kingdoms, and guards informing her of the guests that are waiting for her at the hall. She could feel her head aching as the flow of people in her room already confuses her. Not sure of what will be her priority at that moment. Early in the morning, countless guards and maids had already knocked on her doorway that she decided to leave it open and let the divider be her only hiding place when one person come inside her room.
Servants surround Morrigan as they help her get herself ready for the ball tonight. She looks at her reflection while her arms are lifted in the air as the servant behind her tightens her corset. She huffed when in one strong pull the corset around her waist tightened. "Can you breathe, Your Highness?" She nodded, even though she felt that one more pull of the strings from the corset and she might
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Morrigan's lips quivered, trying to find her voice and strength to answer her uncle. The Prince Regent's taunting voice echoes in Morrigan's ears. Her hands started to shake uncontrollably, concealing it by holding it close to her. Her eyesight started to blur as tears slowly brimming her eyes, she blinked repeatedly trying to clear her eyes. She started to feel a lump on her throat, the air around her getting stuffy that it is hard for her to breathe. Her lips are slightly agape as she tried to breathe from her mouth, feeling her whole mouth and throat dry. Her eyes remained to gaze at the couple who were held hostage by the guards. The silent buzz of whispers around her ringing in her ears. "Where is the ring, Morrigan?" Her uncle's voice is thunderous that even the guests circling them felt intimidated. Morrigan flinches and shivered in fear. His cold and ruthless gaze focused on the princess who seemed to be pinned on the spot where she stood, trying
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"Scram! Get out of here!" A loud shattering of glasses and thuds come from Morrigan's room. The Old Physician and Lord Toiba looked at each other when the loud noise came from the Morrigan's chambers, followed by her screams and curses. The alarming havoc happening in her room made the Old Physician and Lord Toiba ran towards her room. The loud crashes of expensive pottery continue along with her screams asking the people in her room to go away from her. Even the guards outside of the room don't know what they should do at that moment for they have not seen the princess throwing things that she can get her hands into. The two gentlemen in front of her room looked at each other as they hear the continuous screaming and violent collision of vases and ceramics towards the floor and walls. Lord Toiba's hands were about to reach for the door handle when the door suddenly opens and a maid squealed as she see the men standing in front of Morrigan's room. She im
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Dusk came, and Morrigan sat on her bed unmoving. Her eyes are bloodshot from all her pleas and cries. Still traumatized and pondering about the things that happened to her. Her hand holding the cold locket close to her chest. Sitting there with half of her bare body exposed to the cold morning air. Every part of her body was marked by what happened last night. From scratches to bruises, up to marks that are trickled all over her neck down her chest. Her wrist was red from when Mathias bound her on her bed frame. Morrigan heaved a sigh. Hauling the blankets she could grab, covering her body helplessly as dusk approaches. Knowing that any moment someone will find out what happened to her. Preparing herself to be ostracized by their slanderous mouths. Her tears streaming down her face incessantly just by the thought of the news that her innocence was taken away even before matrimony. She was disgusted by herself but a growing abhorrence towards Mathias is ev
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