Mary Moore
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The journey back to Grimsbanne was silent. Traveling during winter surely added this nostalgic feeling to my nonexistent heart. Not only it was unbearably cold being out, but it was also undoubtedly a hassle. However… For the people who were numb to the pain of defeat, for our loss, for the deaths of something within while we're alive, this cold weather and silence felt nothing. Like defeated soldiers returning from a lost war, we were… pathetic. "Should we make a stop in the Crawford's…
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The gathering was simple. We sat around a large round table; from the host seat sat Stefan, from his right perched Zero, Cameron, Beatrice, Heliot, then me. Stefan started speaking pleasantries — too much formality for me to even bother. Instead of listening to him, I just stared at my seatmate, Heliot. I made sure they knew I had my eyes on him, but the man didn't even glance at me. The man who had my attention had this long, midnight blue hair that strangely matched his tanned skin. His dark navy…
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After Sam's funeral, I didn't get the chance to rest as the founding celebration came right after. Despite the chaos that transpired, everyone still celebrated it by honoring those who had lost their life the other night. Those who had lost a brother, a sister, a child, a spouse, a parent, a friend… wept. I felt bad for this country. We were all being deceived, as the culprit from that night still stood mightily, talking to his people, giving his sincerest condolences. Stefan was portraying himself…
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My husband's death took the kingdom by surprise. Stefan was truly amazing in distorting the truth; I commend him in that aspect. Well, it was not like Sam, Rufus, and Fabian weren't heroes in this kingdom… but Stefan always made sure that he was doing me a favor. Just like what he had also promised, he let Yul, Silvia, and Klaus out from being locked up in a separate prison. By looking at them, the exposed bruises on them told me they had it rough. Good thing they had survived this far. No, I'm…
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Everything was so chaotic that day. That was all I could remember… because that's all I heard while being locked up in this oubliette. I was never in a place like this. A place where there was no light or sound. It was just darkness, silence, and me. A perfect representation of my heart. Empty. Numb. Nothing. Despite that, I didn't shed a single tear. I held back. No matter how this deafening silence try to kill my spirit, I didn't succumb. The other half of my brain told me I was in…
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Meanwhile, somewhere in the east wing palace. Zero smiled brightly as he watched the darkness above slowly vanish. "Oh, my… did she like the gift?" he chuckled in delight. "Of course she did." "Your Majesty." Zero peeled his eyes away from the gloomy sky as he turned his head to Tristan. "There you are and you look, oh… that's deep a wound." He gazed at his right-hand man from head to toe and could instantly tell how intense the battle he got into. Tristan was almost covered in blood, and…
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"Never again, Lexx." Stefan's pupils dilated, stunned at my call. I had thrown away my previous desire to settle a score with him after abandoning me. The reason was that Sam was far more important than vengeance. For my beloved husband, I was willing to forget the past and live in the present, where we would create our future together. But they took away that future by ruining the present in a blink of an eye. It was supposed to be painful, but strangely, all I felt was numbness. I just……
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"This person is Hell, your husband, and I killed him." He repeated, making sure that I would understand his words. "No matter how you deny the truth, he will never come back to you." Pain. I raised my shaking hand, clutching his collar. "What did you…" my voice cracked as his words were like stakes stabbing me right through my chest. "I killed him, sweetheart." Stefan cupped my jaw, wiping the tears on my cheek with his thumb, his eyes on me. "Can you understand my pain now?" All kinds of…
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At the same time, in the throne room, Samael gazed down at Stefan. A sinister smirk turned up on his lips, stepping on Stefan's chest with his sword pointing at his throat. "This is unfair, Stefan." Samael rolled his eyes as he glanced at the shadow knights surrounding him. "How can I kill you if you have this much aid?" In the inner circle that the knights had formed, Yul and Silvia stood around Samael, drawing their swords to stop the knight's attack. There were only the two of them, but they…
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Meanwhile, in the Avolire Palace, Claude walked silently through the hallway with his toy in his hand. This palace was rather quiet, unlike the rest of the palace. Not that the Avolire Palace was deserted, it was just that no one was moving, like statues standing just everywhere in the place. Claude just walked in a certain direction and soon arrived in front of the door. He placed his hand on it, pushing it open as it creaked. "Auntie," he called softly, peeking his head in. He then entered the room…
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