Arkadi POV
I am so close to getting what I want… Freedom.
It´s been more than 100 years of slavery, disguised in the form of a crown, and I am sick of it all. It´s been 100 years of imprisonment disguised as a marriage, and the same amount of time has passed while enduring violence.
I sighed and stood up from my chair when I saw Archer walk into my exclusive parlor. “What happened to you?” His estate was the one of a livid mangled orangutan.
“I went to see her, and she was with D´Angelo!” He yelled at me, “Didn´t you compelled to reject the bastard?” he huffed,
“I did compel her to reject the one that marked her… maybe he is not the one… maybe the seer was wrong… Who cares!” I raised my hands up in the air in frustration.
“I do!... I care, Mother!” He yelled and spat the word mother with veno……
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