CHAPTER EIGHTEEN ; 1/3
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Some Nights Ago...
magdalena: [whispering] Your highness, why on earth did you drag me out here at this hour?
luca: Well, your majesty, I was laying in my bed, deep in thought—
m: Of course.
l: —when I realized that I never got a dance with you at your ball.
m: And?
l: And I plan on remedying that. May I have this dance, fair lady? ...Please?
m: …[lets out a lengthy sigh] Oh, alright.
. . .
m: Speaking of the ball… Will you finally admit how you recognized me?
l: Simple—the mark on your neck. I am the one who gave it to you.
m: What mark?! You gave me no such thing! I would surely remember—
l: [grins] The scar, your majesty.
m: Oh.
l: When we were children, the last summer before the war, we visited your family. Here, at this castle.
m: Yes… I remember now. You were quite the nuisance, even at that age.
l: And you were quite the prissy little girl.
m: [furrows brows] Touché.
l: Still, I developed a crush the moment you looked me in the eyes. I tried to impress you, of course, which only led to you liking me even less. So I found a dusty sword to show off my sparring skills.
m: [gasps lightly] It was you!
l: Indeed. There I was, practicing in the maze, and then there you were, skipping past my hedge.
m: You could have killed me!
l: I could have, and that is why I dropped the sword and ran. Luckily for me, all I did was cut your hair and a small section of the back of your neck.
m: …I was distraught over losing my long hair, you know.
l: But was it not impressive that it was a clean cut?
m: Luca!
l: [snickering]
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