Chapter 25
I was silent as the Prince looked at me, waiting for my answer. He looked at me curiously as I stood still and waited for the earth to swallow me, or someone would burst into the room. I didn't want to marry him, and I couldn't. I didn't trust him, and I didn't think that if I married hin he would stop the war, he had a motive behind , he had to have an ulterior motive. "I can't," I said quietly and seriously. I didn't like my answer because he looked at me angrily and suspiciously, the greenish color of his eyes made me want to look away from him. It wasn't a green color of grass or green color that reminded me of something fresh and pleasant, but something rotten, as if, beneath all its safe facade, something bad and unbridled was hiding. "I offer you a compromise, an option to end
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