36. Illusion
| Vladimir | Seconds passed but still, no matter how much I tried to remind myself I had to breathe, I had to think, there was no way I could wrap my mind around all this. Why was Cordelia's portrait hanged up on Ethan's room's wall? And why did she have a crown on her head? And a royal blue dress I could swear it was one of the prettiest I had ever seen on a woman? She looked no different than a royalty member. Nothing like the village girl I had known back then. My eyes focused on her face, and I took another few seconds to observe it. She looked a few years older than when I had last seen her; before she stabbed her heart right in front of my own eyes. Because she thought I'd kidnap her; force myself on her. As if I would really do something as disgusting to a woman. Nonetheless
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