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𝕴 𝖍𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝖑𝖞𝖎𝖓𝖌. 𝕴 𝖍𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝖙𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖍𝖆𝖑𝖋 𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖙𝖍. 𝕴 𝖍𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝖍𝖎𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌. 𝕴 𝖍𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝖋𝖊𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝕴 𝖆𝖒 𝖏𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖆 𝖈𝖔𝖕𝖞 𝖔𝖋 𝖒𝖞 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖘. 𝕸𝖞 𝖙𝖊𝖊𝖙𝖍 𝖌𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖉.  𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖞 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖌𝖔𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖔 𝖋𝖎𝖓𝖉 𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝕴 𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜 𝖎𝖙. 

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I didn't expect this to happen. I was staring at the man I was supposed to marry. He is supposed to bestow a knighthood on me or something...
I didn't expect to win. I didn't expect someone to forfeit a fight but because he gave up I won the whole thing by some fluke.

He was so strong. I wonder why he gave up. I could have completely lost to him but the redhead gave up.
He's skinny but strong. His voice was stupidly high-pitched for his age.

He didn't even try to attack me; he just gave up after telling me his name. Azreal was kinda scary. I remember seeing how he cut off the ear of his opponent who was way taller than him. His opponent was Probably stronger too but he had better technique. He took advantage of the fact that the opponent was taller, clumsy, and injured after being hit in the face by me.

So here I am. Lying and hiding again. I get on one knee and he goes on about loyalty and compassion. When do we get to the I dub thee part? My knees are starting to hurt but I am not going to say anything about it.
"Do you promise to serve your country with honor and valor?"
My foot is asleep. "Yeah, I will protect Zodel."
I hate lying. I hate telling half-truths. I hate hiding. I hate feeling like I am just a copy of my parents. My teeth grind.
They are going to find out I know it. He couldn't see my face with my hood on.

He removed his blade from the scabbard and pointed the sword at my head. He lifted my hood with the sword.
"You look familiar. What was your name again?" He said looking almost confused.
"Robin Gryiffn, Your Royal Highness." He had the look of approval on his face. Something I've never seen before.
The look I had always seen on his face was rage.
"I have a pretty good...acquaintance with the same last name. Any chance you're related to Ryker Gryffin?"
"He is my cousin." I bit my lip. This is taking too long.
It is almost time for the sun to set. The sunset reminds me of Sam.

It looks so beautiful and bright and colorful before it's gone.
Remembering him was hard but forgetting him was way more difficult.

"SAM!" I hold my hand to my chest and I look at the blonde in front of me. My heart was racing now more than ever because I was about to tell him something I wasn't ever going to tell him At the same place where we first met. My hands feel sweaty. His face stays the same, despite my panicked figure. "I like you!"
I say the words that I have been avoiding. The word that describes what I've been feeling for months but
He doesn't look all too surprised. It starts raining.
A clash of thunder made me flinch or was it what he said?
"I am sorry." My hair was damp. I watched as he turned around and walked away. I wish I had said something to stop him. Anything because that was the last time I saw him.
For years I went to that same spot where he left me crying.

For most people it's history but for me, whenever I close my eyes it all comes back clearly. The flames, the feeling of water flowing into my lungs. The feeling of tears on my face. Somehow I wasn't mad at them for what they did but I knew deep down that I would never be that me again.
It's hard to let go of the past even more difficult to hold a grudge knowing it would only hurt me in the end.
More than anything I hate the past that I can't even change.

She could hear the heavy thud of her boot steps. I walked into the hospital room. I look at the poor guy for a shot.
I sat down on the bed next to him. The nurse walked up to me telling me he was going to be fine. I hear another set of footsteps. I turned around to see the redhead. "You know he
Underestimated you. That's why he lost."
I look back at him slightly regretting pulling the trigger. "He didn't think you would have the guts to shoot."
I slightly raised my eyebrows. "Oh, so you're saying he is not a complete psycho who wanted to get shot at?" My voice was
Laced with sarcasm. He ignored my comment.
"I won the first round because of you. You weaken my opponent." I rolled my eyes. "He shouldn't have tried to take my weapon. I wasn't trying to help."
"But still you did. Even if you didn't mean to help me, thanks."
I glare at him a bit before standing up. "You didn't even win. You only got a few gold coins."
His fists were white from clenching them so hard. "Don't worry, sweetheart. That's all I needed." The nickname slightly pissed me off considering I barely know the guy.

"Don't call me sweetheart." I push past him and I walk to my carriage.

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