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I walk to my father's new chambers. I can feel the animosity of the palace. The Teca's hate us, or more precisely, me. It's my fault. I brought this plague. I killed two innocent babies. A shadow followed me. The air was cold it latched onto me like a leach. My father is evil. He is a scourge. I am not evil. I should never have sent for him. How many more innocents will die by his hand? How much more blood will the earth have to soak up??

I open the doors. I walk over to my father. I lower my knees and hands. 

"Father." I say.

"You have embarrassed me." He growled.

"I know, but why would you kill two babies. They never had a say in this." I say.

"That's not the point. The point is we rule by fear because fear is the only way we can control people." He said. 

I remained silent. I see a whip in his hand. I knew he was going to do this. I take of my fabrics. My back had scars. It's not the first time he's done this. He's done this countless times after my mom dies. I was used to it, until the previous three years. I haven't felt this whip in a long time. I turn and I sit. 

"Let's just get it over with." I say. 

"Perhaps this will teach you discipline." Father said.


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