The puzzle of the past

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It was late night already, and Amelia was becoming restless and disturb as she paced in her room with both hands placed on her waistline.

The thing which was eating her up was; King Spencer king didn't torture Eleanor as she had foreseen!

"Did he just willingly let her go after she has slinked into his room?" Amelia said in her mind, and then, she scoffed unbelievably.

“No, no away!” She growled.

After a few minutes, since she couldn't take it anymore, she sauntered out of her room and stormed to the king's room.

Reaching his chambers, she met some burly guards who stood at his door.

"Good evening, mistress!" The guards greeted.

"I wish to see the king!" Amelia rolled her eyes at them as if they were the cause of her misfortune.

"We are sorry, but the king is not in his room!" One of the guards replied.

"Huh?" Amelia frowned at their response, she fisted her hands and she began to wonder where the king must have gone to.

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