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Melissa Spatiatis. It is weird. The mark has completely stopped flaring. I don’t feel pain from it anymore and it has only left a red shade. What happened during the night that made it stop inflaming? I remember sleeping in pain after making so many balms and paste…. I used all my resources and it still didn’t stop it from inflaming. I step out into the courtyard as I roam my hands around my neck. I can see Prince Mureok waiting at his carriage and I quicken my steps to catch up to him. My light pink dark flutter in the morning breeze. The sky is overcast, and the wind carries a crisp chill that tugs around the edges of my skirt. I adjusted the clips in my hair, trying to keep the strands from whipping into my face. “Your highness…” I call out gently. Prince Mureok is tall and rega