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That night, Regina dreamt of Valeria. As children, Valeria had always been the only person capable of making Regina smile. Although they were born into nobility, Regina feels as though she was more of a slave than a member of the family. She had wept all through the night. Panic and anxiety overwhelmed her senses, but there was also hate for the king, whom she believed was responsible for Valeria's death, and self-loathing for her inability to have stopped it. To have saved her sister. She was confused and scared but determined to find a way to make him pay. She slept off with the thoughts of her dagger pressed right into his chest multiple times. When she woke up the next morning, however, her eyes were huge and swollen, red and itchy at the same time. Her head was throbbing loudly. H
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