Our Morning Star
Estelle shoved a few simple dresses inside the first bag she had found around, her eyesight blurred by tears that kept falling down no matter how many times she wiped them away angrily. Why was she even crying, anyway? She knew it would end like this, so why did it hurt this much? But then her mind wandered at the night they had spent together, all by itself. Had she ever been happier than in his arms? Everything about it had been like heaven, up until his teeth were inside her neck and everything had gone downside after that. And then he had called them a mistake. Her as his mistake. This was exactly why Estelle had wanted to leave first. It wouldn't hurt this bad if she had only left after he was crowned King, but Victor telling her that the Gods had made a mistake in pairing them to
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