Jessica Smith
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"I'm sure with your determination, you'll figure it out eventually." He assured her, patting her head gently. She hoped so too. Because she could not shake off the feeling that all this had to do with the reason she had been brought here by whichever deity had brought her here. She looked up at him, smiling warmly at his support. Suddenly, she wrinkled her nose and looked at him closely. "Did you eat something?" she asked curiously. A little embarrassed, he answered. "Uh, yes. Lady Victoria made some…
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The next morning, the palace was in a state of chaos. Everybody was left confused, as what was happening had never happened before. In fact, this was more serious than Beth's murder. It was more serious than the queen being a suspect and even more serious than the fact that they were all stuck in the palace, not allowed to go home. And what exactly was happening? It was simple, or maybe not so simple. Prince Harold was in the kitchen. And no, he wasn't monitoring the kitchen maids like a hawk this…
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At this point, it was safe to say that Sir Evan was frustrated beyond explanation as he looked at their large chamber and found it empty. His wife was nowhere in sight. In fact, he hadn't seen her in hours. Williams was also not in bed, but at least he had been nice enough to leave a note that he was going to take a stroll. He didn't want to talk about Susan since that was her usual pattern. He used his hands to massage his temples before he sat down on the bed. Maybe he had made a mistake getting…
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The painting room was dimly lit, with the only source of light coming from the window facing west. Paulina was seated on a wooden chair, focused on her painting, trying to perfect every stroke of the brush. She had spent the past night here. It was the only place she seemed to feel safe, and she didn't want to be a burden to Alicia by clinging to her. She had been spending her time painting, as it seemed to help her get her mind off everything that had happened lately. Alicia had described her looks and…
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"What are you doing here at this time?" Tyra asked when Damian entered her chamber without knocking. She stood up from the bed and went to check outside to be sure no one was around before she closed the door. "I asked what you were doing here?" "What I am doing here or why I am here when I should be locked in the dungeon?" Damian asked in anger as he reached for her, grabbing her by the throat and slamming her against the wall. Tyra cried out when her back hit the wall, but she had an even bigger…
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Damon was in charge of leading the investigation the next morning. But with one look at him, anyone could tell that something was wrong with him. He wasn't his usual stoic self, who was always angry. During this period, it seemed like his ego had taken several hits, and now he looked like he'd rather be anywhere else than in this place. Harold was also in the meeting, but he didn't involve himself in anything that happened there. He let the others handle it because he trusted that Alicia didn't have a…
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The queen sat on her bed, her hair a mess, and her eyes so red that fire could come out of them. She had never felt so helpless before. The sound of the door unlocking echoed in the room, and she looked up, hopeful for news of her release. As Damon entered the room, he looked around the room, his face showing his irritation. Everything was either on the floor or broken. It was no argument about whom Prince Ivan had taken after. From the first look on his face when he entered, she knew immediately that he…
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Seeing Alicia with a bow and arrow reminded Harvey of Amber. It was one of those days she had been able to escape from her matron to come continue her lessons with him. Harvey and Amber were in the mountains, surrounded by lush green forests and towering peaks. He was teaching her how to shoot an arrow, and she was determined to learn. "Take a deep breath and steady your hand," Harvey said as he stood behind her, adjusting her stance. Amber didn't care that he was close to her or touching her hand in a…
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Alicia bumped into Susan, who was coming out of Prince Harold's chamber with a dejected look on her face. Both Susan and Alicia stopped walking as soon as they saw each other. Susan, especially, looked awkward until Alicia made the move and resumed walking. When she got closer to Susan, she stopped and asked, "Is he awake?" Susan seemed a bit surprised that Alicia was initiating a conversation. She nodded and looked back at the door. "But he fell back asleep." Alicia nodded. "Thanks to you, he could…
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Alicia awoke to the chirping of birds outside her window. The soft light of the early morning filtered through the curtains, illuminating the room. As she rubbed the sleep from her eyes, she realized she was not alone in bed. Not only was her elbow bumping into the other person, but they were holding her close with their hand draped around her waist, and her face almost touching their chest. They were both covered with a quilt. She immediately recognized who it was—Harold had come in last night and…
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