The Fallen King

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Constantine’s POV

It has been three weeks since that boy shipped me somewhere.  He said that he didn’t want me near his family. Maybe Leo wasn't the worse choice after all.

At least this cell is comfortable, I have three rooms. My bedroom with ensuite and living area which all my meals are delivered.  I have no visitors. No news. Just high window that lets in light and a cool breeze when someone opens them. 

I hear the keys outside my door, probably the young man that brings me my meals. 

“Just leave it on the table; I will eat after a while.” I motion to the table.

After a few moments go by and I did not hear an answer, I turn to address him again.  My eyes widen.  It cannot be. How?

“Hello, my darling, this conversation is long overdue.”

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This ends this phase of the journey.

Who do you think has come to visit Connie?

Where do you think Connie is?

Are you interested in more?

Thanks for taking this journey with me.

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