Not fail him
Adeline was just one of many. Soon, the King would grow tired of her. Like a child towards a new toy, he was infatuated with her for a brief moment. "How pitiful," Weston murmured. Lydia was taken aback. Instantly, she opened her mouth to argue. But seeing his expecting stare, she clamped her lips shut. She refused to continue arguing with him. Lydia Claymore turned upon her heels and pulled Adeline with her. "Let's go, Addy, we'll find our way to the banquet by ourselves." Adeline did not protest. She followed Lydia down the hallways, forgetting about the pain in her shoes. With the support of Lydia, suddenly the ache was not there. She felt strange. Her body hummed with a drive she wasn't aware of. Confidence was bursting at her chest, but it was out of nowhere. Why was that? F
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