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The cathedral loomed over her threateningly. She shuddered. Dressed in shimmering silk and luscious brocade, she looked nothing like the poor and starving street rat she was yesterday. However, even dressed like the Queen of England herself, she had never felt dirtier.
A sharp jab at her side brought her back to reality. An oily sickening voice rasped in her ear. "Hurry up dearie," she wanted to puke at this, "you don't want to keep your groom waiting now do you?"
Suppressing a shiver, she steeled her spine and leveled her gaze. She wasn't going to let this crush her. With one last breath, she opened the cathedral's door.
She dismissed me casually and it pissed me off. How dare she?! I raged. I did so much for her. I killed thousands, spilled blood in the holy temples, and gave up my freedom. Quietly, I let my grudge start to simmer.
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