"Who are you?" I asked. "Why are you hiding?" "Who am I?" I could hear his scoff. "I'm not hiding. I don't need to hide in my own castle." His own... castle... The room was dimly lit but in the shadow of the dark room I could see his figure. I could hear his breathing. He stepped in the light and I met his dark eyes. So, this was him... The killer. The King. The man I was going to marry.
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