"As the noble blood runs through your veins you have magic in your system,"
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For a very long time Dianna tried to hide her secret. No matter the cost she refused to talk about it, to think about it even t...
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"Vivere tota vita discentum est"
I woke up in a white room again. I couldn't turn my head so my eyes investigated everything.
Hospital. Again.
Fuck.
That simple curse marked my condition.
It's not good.
I could feel that.
I felt nothing. I moved my eyes searching for everything, but I saw nothing.
I just looked at the white ceiling and the white walls.
My head refused to move. My hands refused to move. My legs also did that. I was unmovable and I couldn't do anything.
So I looked at the ceiling.
Fuck. Not interested.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. That wasn't one good deep breath, no. I just inhaled and exhaled after two seconds. I was useless. Everything hurts.
My mind worked a hundred miles per hour.
I remembered everything. My mind investigated every scene again.
The first one was the prince getting into the throne room.
He didn't look concerned to see me. Surprised, maybe, but not concerned.
I on the other side I felt worried. I wanted him to leave and save himself. He shouldn't see Travis and get in his trap. He has to be safe. It's ironical how I got shot.
Second one. My shooting.
No.
I closed my eyes, and I felt tears.
That can't be happening. I can't think about that. How many times do I need to get hurt only not to wake ever again? How many times do I need to stay alive just to be convinced I have a purpose? How many times?
I didn't feel fear. I felt anger. I wanted to yell at the prince. He let Travis shot me. He didn't say anything. He didn't move. He didn't flinch. It's Amelia one who saved me. Amelia yelled, and someone took me to the doctor.
Once again I was left in her hands.
No.
I felt some touch.
My eyes opened immediately, and I tried to look at that person.
"You can't move." Said Prince and fear run through my body.
No. I have to run from him. He needs to get out here. I can't watch him. If he didn't exist, I wouldn't be in this trouble. I wouldn't be in this mess and I wouldn't get hurt.
"It's your fault," I said husky, surprised I can talk.
"I know." He said simply. In his voice, I felt none emotion. Just a straight line, and one sentence.
