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"Who are you really?" she asked, her question taking him off guard.
"I, I..." William stuttered, he wasn't sure how the news of him being the prince would be received.
"Your father is friends with two dukes, are you a marque" she rephrased her question, realizing how nosy it must have sounded.
, "No" William laughed.
"I am a messenger" he lied through his teeth.
"I work for the king and so did my father" William.
"You work for that monster" Beatrice blurted, her hatred for the king grew with each passing day.
She gave him an irritated look, she hated the king and felt anyone associated with him was a monster just like him.
"What exactly do you do for the king" she questioned, her eyes narrowing at him, the anger in her eyes evident, he could be one of the monsters who kille
