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Algars words caused the ground to slip beneath Raynas feet. She had known from the start that he would leave no stone unturned in making Gillian lose. But now that his plan was laid bare before her, she could not help but feel betrayed on the account of the man standing in the arena.
She turned her shocked gaze from the gloating visage of the Prince, to that of her husband. Her eyes fell upon the sword he held in his hand, undoubtedly handed to him by the guards.
When she raised her eyes next, she was met with his own piercing gaze.
The impact caused her to reel with emotion.
She wanted to say so much to him. She wanted to shake him with her own arms and demand answers.
She wanted to know why he hated her so much.
Why wasn he able to love her, or their child?
Did he hate her to the extent of wanting to see her dead?
She wanted to relay to him, the hurt she had felt that day in the meadow. She wanted him to know the extent of her pain when she had found him bent at Lynettes side, oblivious to the suffering of his own wife and child.
She wanted to ask him if he even cared for them...if he was here for her or for her father?
Did he rejoice in her misery?
Nevertheless, she knew that fate did not grant her such luxury. She had to suffice with watching him from afar, schooling her expressions to hide her true feelings. That was the very reason she had avoided looking at him as she had entered the arena. She knew she wouldn be able to control herself.
And now, when she knew what Algar had planned for him, she felt even more desperate. She wanted to shout at the top of her lungs, warning him-
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