THE DEAL (in editing)

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The Deal:

1867 – Elizabeth’s POV

“Father, please don’t make me do this!” I begged. 

    My father sighed and looked at me with sad eyes, “This is the only way to protect the village. You know that, Elizabeth. Yet, you continue to beg me.”

I felt the tears in my eyes spill over my face. This was only happening because father was making me marry the beast of our village. 

A loud knock echoed through the house. I froze and looked at my father with pleading eyes. He shook his head and made his way to the door. It opened and I turned my head away. I wouldn’t look at the beast. Not now. Not ever.

   I would like to say thank you to teardropsintheocean for helping me. Read her stories there amazing x

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