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Lottie stared at the floor. She was sat on the floor, gently swaying. It's all my fault. She thought. It's all my fault. She couldn't stop blaming herself. She had to get up.

"How is the Little Princess?" Ingrid purred, strutting through the door.

"Well, other than the fact I fainted, I'm ok!" Lottie had perfected the fake smile for times like these.

"Good," Ingrid smiled, "good, you need to come with me."

Lottie's smile grew wider at the opportunity of leaving her tiny room.

They walked out of her room, heading towards the middle of the leviathan base.

"Come through." Ingrid opened a large, ornate black door.

Inside was a round table. There were around ten people and two empty chairs.

"Sit." Ingrid commanded.

Lottie slowly sank into one of the chairs, the whole room staring at her. She instantly blushed and looked down.

"Let's get straight to the point, Eleanor." A short man said.

"Let me do this, Albert." The tall dark man stood up, towering over Lottie.

"Do what?" Lottie asked defensively.

"We need you to go back to rosewood," he smiled and Lottie gasped, knowing there would be a downside, "and bring us back your Partizan."

Lottie didn't say anything. Her head was spinning.

"And if you don't," a sly grin spread across his face," You and your little partizan will both... Perish."

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