Her Grace. III

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"You can't save them all, and if they die, it's not your fault."

Visenya, a bit calmed, sighed.

"I've always wanted to do the right thing, be the right person. It's always been a choice that i have to make. Me or them. A-and... i would choose them no matter the cost."

William looked at the girl in his arms.

There's an odd paradox to Visenya. She would rather writhe in agony rather than let her pride dissolve. To most of the world, she present the stern and unforgiving face of a warrior. Behind it, is a very selfless girl.

And he was the most grateful to have find it out.

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