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"They thought they could break me, but I have risen stronger; now I am the harbinger of their end." ~Araneae Ruber
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ARCHIBALD CHOKED as he landed rough and hard on the ground. But his arms never left Luella's body. Shielding her and completely protecting her.
She was unharmed.
"Your grace…" Luella grunted. Shaking her head, she held it in her hands. A sharp pain passed her skull that made her fumble a bit.
She gripped Archibald's chest tightly as she groaned in my pain.
"Argh… My head."
Slowly opening her eyes, she looked at her surrounding… "Where.. where are we?" She muttered. Looking down on the floor, besides the mild pain in her head, she was okay.
Her eyes soon widened in shock. "Your grace?" She saw blood seep from his head, flowing to the ground.
A wave of fear watched through her as she blinked, staring at the unconscious grand duke.