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I have always relied on myself.

"Princes don't exist," Astrid Duarte said harshly.

"And why do you think so?" asked Azriel Starling.

"Because I have never, in all my years, found a man worthy to be a prince. I have had to help myself up, over and over, every day, and not a single person bothered to help me." Astrid's voice broke at the last part.

"And what if a possible prince didn't know?"

"The people that could be princes," she said carrying on the metaphor, "were the only ones I told of my pain."

A frown creased Azriel's brow. "But I'm the only one you told of your misery."

"Exactly."

~The Archeress


15/10/24

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