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The story of my life
Freya’s POV “Where have you been?” My newly found mother asked. “I was left here at a young age.” Billy answered. “I grew up in the orphanage.” The queen nodded with a sad smile on her face. “And you Zel…Freya?” She corrected herself. “I understand you were brought up as a rogue, who raised my daughter?” Her smile morphed quickly into a wide opened mouth and equally wide eyes when she heard my answer. “Jeffrey.” Billy pulled me into a caring hug as he noticed the tears I was crying from the memories of all the cruelty, Jeffrey had put me through. He rocked and hushed me, until I calmed and gathered my memories, returning them to the locked box, I had kept in the darkest recess of my mind. “The man who beat and starved you..?” My father began to snarl. “Beaten and starved?” My mothe
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