Beauty and the tyrant

Beauty and the tyrant

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He looked straight in my eyes as he pulled the heart from my father's chest " ya-" he tried calling my name for the last time as his body hit the cold ground, I ran to his body " father !! Father !! Get up" I cried against his empty chests I turned to Edgar rage, betrayal, pain was all I felt for him tears streamed down my cheeks " why? Why did you do that I am your wife for the love of hell " A dark chuckle escaped his lips " I wish I was one of your tears so I could be born in your eyes , run down your cheeks and die on your lips maybe then I would be close to you"
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**UNEDITED**"Are you going to love me, or hurt me?" I asked as I stared into ocean blue eyes. "Princess why would I ever hurt you?" For a long moment I couldn't answer, but I took a big breath and said the words I remembered from my father,"because I'm worthless. I am not pretty. And I definitely am not suit to be a luna or anybody. I'm weak and should not be a part of anything" I looked up to see him staring at me with hard pointed eyes.

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