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" I .. I wanted to apologise." " For what?... Better yet, for whom?" Her eyes widened at that. I knew she was lying. But why? Guess I will die not knowing the answer. "I need to go bef..." A gasp was all I heard from my place on the bloody cold floor and then a snap. I guess our princess is out to play.........
On the stormy night the wails of the child ricochet on the slaves quarters.
The blood child was born on a new moon night. Everyone knew that the child was a bastard of one of the guards. The bastard child wailed till the fist ray of dawn. It wailed till the mother took her last breath. Thus orphaned; the bastard child became an outcast.
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