Chapter 42

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Miranda Bonham



"We should stop her," Preston said as we watched Queen Lisbeth leave.


"No," I told him.


"What do you mean, no?"


"I'm tired," I said, and leaned against him for support, resting my head on his chest.


"Are you okay, Andy?" Preston asked, trying to get me to look at him. 


I shook my head, but pulled away when I felt my legs wouldn't give out on me.


"You do look tired Miranda," Clay said, looking at me worriedly.


"I'm fine," I told both of them. "You two should get going."


"I'm not leaving if she's going in there to tell Nixon everything." Preston kept looking at the door Queen Lisbeth had just walked in through.


"He's right. We should stick around and see what Nixonís going to do about this,"Clay added.


"Well, I should go and face him. Why put it off." Preston pulled on my hand and halted my walk before I took a step.


"You're not going in there just like that. Nixon's going to be pissed off. I should get everyone ready for an attack. I knew something like this might happen. It's good Asher's on our side," Preston said, putting his hands on either side of my face.


"I'll be okay. Don't worry about me. I really do have to go." Preston looked at me uncertainly, but he released the hold he had on me.


"I'll get everything ready. I'm not leaving the palace," he warned me. I nodded at him, feeling too exhausted to actually argue.


"I love you, Andy," Preston told me, lightly pressing his lips against my forehead.


"I love you too, Preston," I replied, and gave him a sad smile. 


Everything was falling apart, one piece at a time. I usually didn't mind wearing the fancy gowns I was forced to wear every day, except when I was feeling depressed about something. 

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