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ld get dressed. Mr Ba
new was going to come eventually. My parents had
I am ind
arted to speak, most definit
not our mother, she was a beautiful witch called Adline; the woman that birthed us was in fact long dead, and the sorry excuse for a
ut of my room while I prepared myself f
er than I had anticipated and my snee
essed at once, y
casm, "I am feeling unwell. What is it about this
illy games wi
e years older than me. I understood marrying a rich man for his we
ake me come meet your guest, unless you want to run the risk of
father always praises yo
't fall far from the tree, otherwise, how did he end
omping out. I revelled in my victory over her. Pissing her off did me no good, because F
rned to my room wi
n't you? Father is calli
nd about him in a very formal manner, and I would have it no other way. I didn't bother trying to even appear sick because it wouldn't matt
o the room. Later, I would realize that those were the first words he spok
haviour,
dress to receiv
I didn't kno
e sco
iness. Go up to your room, get dressed and be ready
was your
waste any more time. He
he is going to
ha
on, so I see no need to part
n. "Don't you ha
ting myself in a father and da
spect her, you disrespect me!"
ead slightly. "But on the matter of Baron, I
as shocked at my guts even though I had bee
or behind me, because my father woul
n or heard him with such a temper in a long time. He often had what seemed to
hat old fool too!" Despite my bravery,
door in and grabbed
nk you have a choice? It i
ead vehemently tears w
ar apart from the obvious? Gee, I dunno, Father, I don't want to live the rest of my life with some ogre
because, I
opped from m
d you ju
d's name was I doing? I swallowed a lu
m pregna
attempt to better sell the lie.
me on the bed, his eyes staring to spa
r w
me that came to my