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Chapter 14 - Chapter 13: The Return of What Was Buried

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The capital did not welcome her.

It watched.

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From the highest towers to the lowest streets, whispers spread faster than wind.

"The Grand Duke is returning
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"They say she fought something unnatural
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"No—worse. They say she was the unnatural one."

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Rumors changed quickly.

Truth didn't matter.

Perception did.

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And as the massive gates of the capital slowly opened—

Every eye turned toward her.

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Rosy rode at the front.

Black armor gleaming under the fading light.

Her posture straight.

Her presence—unshakable.

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Behind her, the Blackwell soldiers followed in perfect formation.

Silent.

Disciplined.

Loyal.

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But it wasn't them the people were watching.

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It was her.

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"
She's different."

"That aura
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"Was she always like that?"

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Rosy heard them.

Ignored them.

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Because her gaze was fixed ahead.

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On the palace.

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And beyond it—

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The Blackwell estate.

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"You're being watched."

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Of course.

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"
They always were," she replied calmly.

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A soft chuckle.

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"Not like this."

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She didn't respond.

Because she already knew.

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This wasn't curiosity anymore.

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It was fear.

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By the time she reached the palace gates—

They were already waiting.

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The royal guards stood in formation.

Unmoving.

Unyielding.

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And at the center—

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The Crown Prince.

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His expression cold.

His gaze sharp.

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"
Grand Duke," he greeted.

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Rosy dismounted gracefully.

Her movements controlled.

Precise.

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"Your Highness."

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A pause.

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Then—

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"You took longer than expected."

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Her eyes met his.

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"There were complications."

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His gaze flickered slightly.

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"
So I've heard."

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Silence stretched between them.

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Tension—

Thick.

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"And yet," he continued, stepping closer, "you return without a single injury."

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A subtle accusation.

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Rosy didn't flinch.

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"Should I have returned injured?"

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A beat.

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The guards shifted slightly.

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The prince's eyes narrowed.

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"You seem
 different."

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There it was again.

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She tilted her head slightly.

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"People keep saying that."

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A faint smile.

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"Perhaps you're only noticing now."

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The prince's jaw tightened.

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"
You will report to the court."

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"Of course."

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As she walked past him—

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"
Isle."

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She paused.

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But didn't turn.

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"
Yes?"

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A brief silence.

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"
Do not forget your place."

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Her lips curved faintly.

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Not amused.

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Not kind.

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"
I never did."

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And then—

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She walked away.

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The court assembled faster than expected.

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Because this—

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Wasn't just a report.

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It was a spectacle.

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The hall was filled.

Nobles.

Officials.

Observers.

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And at the center—

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The throne.

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Empty.

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Rosy stepped forward.

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Unshaken.

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Unbothered.

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"Grand Duke Isle Blackwell," an official announced.

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Her name echoed.

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Heavy.

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Important.

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And yet—

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Incomplete.

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She stood in the center.

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Waiting.

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Watching.

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Then—

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The doors opened.

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Slowly.

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He entered.

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The head of the Blackwell family.

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Her father.

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Tall.

Elegant.

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Too perfect.

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Too young.

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The room fell silent instantly.

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Because his presence—

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Demanded it.

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Rosy's breath slowed.

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Not in fear.

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But in recognition.

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That feeling again.

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"
Father."

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The word felt unfamiliar.

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Heavy.

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His gaze landed on her.

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And for a moment—

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Everything else faded.

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"
Isle."

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His voice was calm.

Measured.

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Too calm.

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A pause.

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Then—

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"You've returned."

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Something about the way he said it—

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Was wrong.

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Not relief.

Not concern.

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Expectation.

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"Yes," she replied.

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Their eyes locked.

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"
And you've changed."

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There it was again.

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Rosy's lips curved faintly.

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"So it seems."

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A pause.

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"
How much do you remember?"

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The question dropped—

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And the entire room shifted.

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The nobles didn't understand.

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The prince frowned.

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But Rosy—

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Froze.

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Because that—

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Wasn't a normal question.

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Her eyes sharpened.

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"
What should I remember?"

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Silence.

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Then—

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A faint smile appeared on his lips.

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"Interesting."

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The word sent a chill through the room.

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"You broke it faster than I expected."

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Gasps.

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Confusion.

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Whispers.

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"
What is he talking about?"

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But Rosy—

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Understood.

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Her grip tightened slightly.

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"
You sealed me."

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The words were quiet.

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But they echoed.

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The entire court froze.

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The prince stepped forward.

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"
What nonsense are you—"

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"Silence."

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The command wasn't loud.

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But it was absolute.

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And it didn't come from her.

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It came from him.

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The room obeyed instantly.

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Because his presence—

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Was overwhelming.

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"
So you do remember," he said softly.

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Rosy didn't move.

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Didn't blink.

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"
Not everything."

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A pause.

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Then—

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"That's unfortunate."

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His gaze darkened slightly.

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"Because it would have saved time."

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The air grew heavy.

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Almost suffocating.

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"
Why?" she asked.

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Her voice steady.

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But her eyes—

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Burning.

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"Why did you seal me?"

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Silence.

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Then—

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He stepped forward.

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Slow.

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Deliberate.

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And stopped just in front of her.

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"
Because you were becoming something you shouldn't."

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Her breath didn't change.

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"
And what is that?"

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A pause.

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Then—

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His hand lifted—

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And for a brief moment—

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It hovered near her face.

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Not touching.

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But close enough.

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"
A god."

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Silence.

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Total.

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The word echoed—

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Not just in the room—

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But inside her.

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Something deep within her—

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Reacted.

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Not in denial.

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In recognition.

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Her pupils trembled slightly.

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"
That's not possible," she said.

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But her voice—

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Wasn't certain.

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His smile deepened.

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"You've always said that."

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A pause.

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"Right before you proved yourself wrong."

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Her heart pounded—

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Not from fear.

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From something else.

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Something ancient.

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"
Then why didn't you kill me?" she asked.

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A beat.

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His expression didn't change.

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"Because you're my daughter."

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Silence.

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And then—

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"
And because I wanted to see
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His gaze darkened.

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"
if you could break it."

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The realization hit—

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Hard.

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"
You planned this."

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A faint smile.

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"Of course I did."

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The room felt colder.

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Because this wasn't control.

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This was calculation.

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"
Then what now?" she asked.

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A pause.

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Then—

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He stepped back.

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"
Now?"

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His smile didn't reach his eyes.

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"Now we see what you've become."

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The tension snapped.

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And in that moment—

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Rosy understood.

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This wasn't over.

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It had just begun.

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And this time—

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She wasn't just fighting the story.

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She was fighting the one who wrote it.

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End of Chapter 13

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