Sarah Robinson
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From the corner of the back alley of the shop, I checked on Martha. She was standing in front of an accessories shop and was holding something in her hand as she talked to the owner of that small stall. This was the best opportunity for me to escape, and I used it. I ran while holding the floor-length skirt of my dress, smiling brightly at my success. I didn't care what would happen next. I only knew that this freedom tasted good. After running some more, I came to a reasonable distance from…
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While walking across the vast land filled with greenery, I could not help but say, "My legs are blessed today as they can finally do justice to what they are made for." "Make sure not to let them go overboard, or my lady won't be able to walk even a single step after getting sore legs," Martha commented. "You can never let me feel happy, can you?" I frowned. On most days, I could only walk inside the tower's premises, the farthest being my garden, which was just a pitifully short distance that…
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While Seren and Martha were enjoying their brief taste of freedom, the thing that worried them the most was indeed happening inside the Royal Palace. The gardens within the palace grounds had exploded with pretty colors and fragrant scents due to the flowers blooming everywhere. Not just inside the palace, but even outside, the common people were amazed to see the rarest view they ever got to see. Everyone understood what these blossoms meant—the witch was happy—but then they felt conflicted.…
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Looking at the peaceful river in front of me and the vast land teeming with greenery, I found myself mesmerized as usual by the beauty of nature. I inhaled deeply to enjoy the fresh air, fully relishing this rare taste of freedom. "After so long... It feels great," I commented as I held my skirt and skipped my way towards the river, feeling excited like a kid who just got his favorite toy. For someone like me, nothing but freedom could truly make me happy. It was more precious than any power or…
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I remained inside the tower, in my bedchamber, since my return from that engagement ceremony, where my presence was visibly unwelcomed and undesired. Not that I wanted to stay. Still, it wasn't my wish to be holed up in my tower once more, where I could do nothing but look outside of the window of my room. Under the bright afternoon sunlight, birds could be seen flying in the sky freely. "Wouldn't it be nice to be a bird and fly wherever I want to go?" I mumbled, envying these little animals. "And…
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"Purple eyes?" Arlan repeated only to make sure. Something came to Arlan's mind as he had heard something about it before. He then looked at Drayce and noticed how serious he looked. His friend definitely had something more going on in his mind. Arlan decided not to pursue the topic. He understood Drayce—if he thought to go after something, he would never give up chasing. However, what his friend was searching for at the moment was not something good. After a minute of silence, Arlan could not…
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The engagement ceremony between the Second Prince of Griven and the Second Princess of Abetha finished without a hitch. While the guests were excited about the occasion and busy showering praises on the couple, Drayce had no interest in it. He simply watched from his seat and waited for the celebration to be over, so he could leave to search for something that was stuck in his mind. After the official ceremony, King Armen invited him for a special banquet along with the princes of Griven, the…
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All the people within the hall studied the man who had just commented in support of Third Princess Seren's claim regarding the curtain and the flammable oil. A tall man wearing black clothes with delicate gold embroidery was inspecting the window and the leftover of the curtain with his back facing towards everyone. He brushed his forefinger along the edge of the window frame and then rubbed the forefinger with the thumb. He chuckled, "Wasteful prodigals." Who was he? That was the question on…
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The pitiful victim mask the second Princess wore disappeared from her face into an angry one. "How dare you?! They are right! You can't possibly be my sister. You are just an ugly witch!" This certain sister of mine couldn't handle her emotions, especially anger. It made me wonder that if she were the witch instead of me, we all might have been dead by now. However, the moment she cursed me, the flowers in the bouquet in her hand withered. Everyone looked at the flowers. One woman pointed at it as…
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Although everyone was staring at me, it didn't scare me, and I withstood their accusing glares calmly. Martha immediately came to stand beside me. Even though she annoyed me most of the time, she was the only person who came to protect me. "Why did you do it?" one middle-aged lady asked me. If I remembered her correctly, she was one of the King's concubines as well as the Queen's puppet. "She didn't do it," Martha replied on my behalf. I didn't like what Martha did because I wanted to be the…
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