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The Author's POV.
"She won again, Grandmother. I told you many times that woman is using a charm on my husband. She is a witch" Queen Valeria whispered, bitterly. Her eyes were on the women dancing in the garden. Everyone seemed so happy to be here but she wasn't. Queen Ariadne did not die in the fire. She was hoping that the marks on her face will ruin the little beauty on her face.
Yet, things did not work as planned. There was nothing to celebrate today.
"I'm sorry about that. We did not see that coming" the old woman adjusted herself on the seat. People were sitting close to them. She did not want to continue with the conversation "forget about her, dear."
"No Grandmother. I can't" queen Valeria stood up from her seat. If you can't help then I will do things my way."
Without waiting for a reply, She walked out of the garden. Nobody in this palace cares about her feelings. It was either Prince Edward or queen Ariadne.
