The Price You Pay
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'"Just one sip, my dear." Patrisha glanced at the Prince in fear, as she looked at the deep red liquid swirling in the goblet. "J-just one?" she stuttered. He nodded with a small smile trying to lessen her uneasiness. "Just one, then we will be together for the rest of our lives." Patrisha looked deep into his eyes, as she shifted the cool gold rim to her lips. She replayed the words 'for the rest of our lives' over and over in her head, as the liquid slid down her throat. She would be with Prince Henry for the rest of her life. And with that thought her eyes drooped and everything went black.' Lady Patrisha Millings is brave to say the least. Having to grow up without a mother or father can can create the bravest child and also break them down. But her life is finally coming together. She could leave her broken home behind her and step into a life fit for royalty. But life isn't so simple. She soon finds herself stuck between a sibling rivalry of two brothers and given only one choice. But one thing she seems to constantly learn is that everything comes with a price....and someone must pay it.
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