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CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
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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