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My Father's Name
Cindra’s POV My mother’s words leaped out of her diary into my soul. I haven’t been able to write since the ceremony. It’s been so hard to get a bit of privacy around everything, but tonight, I had to, if only to try and clear my mind and plan for a path forward. I feel like I will explode into flames if I don’t. I had to write this so I will never forget. You will learn to understand and agree with the choices of your king. That is all my mother had to say to me, and I have not spoken to her since. If she dies, never breathing another word in my direction, it will be too soon. I hope the words haunt her into her grave, as I am almost certain that she will outlive me. I want it to eat her alive. I never imagined I would grow to hate her so much, but it is nothing compared to what I f
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