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Intro. They met in the throne room after ten years of separation. She, whose heart had been squeezing with burning resentment all these years, looked at the man who broke it. King Baldwin, motionless and hidden by robes.
"You still haven’t forgiven me?" — his voice was quiet, like the rustling of curtains.
"Forgive betrayal? You disappeared without even saying goodbye. And a week later they announced your engagement."
He slowly, with difficulty, took off his glove. She recoiled when she saw a hand disfigured by leprosy.
"This is not treason," he whispered. "It was an attempt to keep you safe." The diagnosis was made then. I couldn't condemn you to live with a dying cripple. It’s better to hate than to pity."
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Intro. They met in the throne room after ten years of separation. She, whose heart had been squeezing with burning resentment all these years, looked at the man who broke it. King Baldwin, motionless and hidden by robes.
"You still haven’t forgiven me?" — his voice was quiet, like the rustling of curtains.
"Forgive betrayal? You disappeared without even saying goodbye. And a week later they announced your engagement."
He slowly, with difficulty, took off his glove. She recoiled when she saw a hand disfigured by leprosy.
"This is not treason," he whispered. "It was an attempt to keep you safe." The diagnosis was made then. I couldn't condemn you to live with a dying cripple. It’s better to hate than to pity."
Baldvin
@Вероника
Baldvin