Mary Moore
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In the end, I had to eat with an audience. My appetite gone under these intense gazes on me. Please look away! Was what I wanted to say, but I kept silent. Hanging my head low, as I sliced the piece of meat discreetly. "By the way, Silvia, did you know what my sister said to Yul?" As I ate in silence, Dominique broke the silence. "She told him to get lost! Ah… no wonder Hell had taken a liking on her." "You should eat, Dom. You might not know when's the last." Yul clapped back calmly. "Haha!…
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"Get lost." I blurted out with a smile. When I realized what I said, it was already too late. However, I had to keep this smile until the end, right? My teacher, my butler, why must you teach me such impudence? Your student needed lashes for using your teaching and wisdom so thoughtlessly. I wept internally, bidding my farewell in the world. Silence dawned in the entire dining hall. The ninth prince's expression grew more glum. Just by his gaze, I could feel his desire to strangle me. I…
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Once I returned to my quarters, my nose scrunched up. Only the head maid came in with me. Silvia only told me to avoid Cassara. She didn't mention there was a male version of her! I stomped my way to the settee and plopped down. Crossing my arms as I scoffed. How could he casually ask someone to do suicide? It was as if he was merely asking someone to sleep! Goodness… he somehow aggravated me. A deep sigh slipped past my lips. If he asked me that before, I would probably just ask him to kill…
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When I was left alone in the gazebo, a sigh slipped past my lips. I didn't expect Silvia to say all that. It was too abrupt that it I didn't get the luxury to gather my thoughts. All I did was to hold it in. Fortunately, I had felt this same anger before, back in Cunningham. Hence, I didn't explode from it. "How can a big place feel so suffocating?" I murmured, propping my jaw against the bottom of my palm, staring at the lake. Slowly, I gazed down on my other hand, which was holding the…
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"Because, he… Hell is my king." Again, a soft swoosh of wind whispered in my ears. Silence. For reasons unknown, I couldn't bring myself to speak. Sam? Her king? What none sense. "Don't misunderstand. I see Hell as my big brother, but also my king. My blood chose him and I like someone else. It just so happens that we favor the same man." "How can you say that when you're married to the king?" I blurted out in disbelief. I didn't think. It was just as if right now, I couldn't control my…
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Suffer or be the one who'd cause someone's suffering. My heart instantly fell to my stomach. "If you want to survive in here, you have to be… wise. Since you're already here, think like one of us. If you do, there is a higher chance you'd do well." Ridiculous. Was what I wanted to say. However, deep down, I knew I was the one being ridiculous. No matter how difficult it was for me to comprehend her intention, she was helping me. "I don't know what Hell is thinking for not preparing you for this.…
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Cheap mercy? The knot in my stomach tightened. Hah… "Bring her to my garden." She sighed and waved her hand. "And leave us." "Your royal highness! I swear I —" For reasons unknown, the servant who merely served us tea cried for mercy. Alas, the other maid servants dragged her away. I watched how they dragged her as she struggled, crying her royal highness' name as if asking her to let her live. My complexion grew paler. It seemed her royal highness garden wasn't the garden I was thinking…
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"Your highness, are you alright?" The head maid inquired worriedly. "Her royal highness didn't mean it." She consoled. I furrowed my brows as I glanced at her. Didn't she know my origins? That didn't even prick my heart. I lived my life living humbly. Insults like that? I'm immune. It was honestly cute of her. "It's alright." I waved and shifted my gaze back to the wife number two's back. "Do you know her name?" I inquired mindlessly. I already knew their status, but not their name. Although I…
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I didn't get a wink of sleep until morning came and servants arrived. They treated me like an actual royalty. Dresses were much fancier and flashy in colors. The servants even put light powder and colors on my eyes and lips. I stared at myself in front of the mirror. My gaze stared at the pair of olive eyes staring back at me. Chestnut brown hairs rolled into huge curls, falling to my back; some hair accessories crested with real gems clipped on the side of my hair. My lips painted in deep red,…
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I pursed my lips in a thin line as I hung my head low. I'll just bow like this until she walked away. Survive. That was my motto from then on and now! Offending a royalty, although I'm marrying one, would just give me more headache. They might put me in the scaffold if I made the wrong move. Until Sam arrived, I would have to walk as if I'm treading on eggshells. "Hah…" Her royal highness scoffed under her breath. After that, I heard her soft footsteps coming near. Soon, I saw the end of her…
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