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The Path to Disaster
I walked back into the room, then dropped the tray, my lips parting. I turned slowly to Zidane. He was now asleep, his lips parted a little, his hair falling over his face. I turned back to the food. What do I do? What if something else happens now that I know this? What if it happens to someone else? Worse, Zidane? I wouldn't be able to stand being the cause of any harm to him. I bit down on my tongue, just as a soft knock came on the door. I turned to it, my brows furrowing. "Who is it?" "My lady. You are required to come downstairs on order to officially screen your personal handmaidens." I swallowed, then nodded. I could hear the sound of her feet as she walked away, and I turned to the food again. Zidane was asleep, so I decided to leave it there. It would be suspicious if I too
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