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ENEMY’S COMFORTING WORDS
“Why do you have to be so much honest, Delilah? If you would've lied, we could've been friends again," stated Astrid. A sense of melancholy and loneliness were quite evident on Astrid’s face. The hurt expression assured Delilah that something had happened with the princess. Since she seemed to be trusting of Delilah, she asked her, “Did something transpire at the mansion recently?" Astrid forced a smile on her face as she responded, “When has there been a time when I don't clash with the royals at the mansion?" “So, what's with the depressive atmosphere? Did someone outside the Nobels hurt you?” let out a curious Delilah. More than anything, Delilah was a keen observant. With one look at Astrid's face, she could tell that there was something that was affecting her. Since there was no h
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