Seventy:
Prince Marlowe
I was saved.
Except, it didn’t seem like it.
“What happened?” I demanded for the millionth time. Because of the kidnapping, my Grandmother wanted me staying in the palace. There was no Cecelia though, and no engagement for Henry and Cecelia. Because according to them, Cecelia had died.
Henry was the one that to tell me. “They kidnapped her, and they killed her.”
“Who?” I said.
“The Guillotine,” said Henry, “they did it to make an example of Delilah. They don’t want anymore commoners marrying into the royal family.”
At those words, I couldn’t help but get a twinge in my gut. “I thought The Guillotine was for the people.”
“The Guillotine are revolutionaries. Terrorists. They don’t care who they hurt or why. All they needed was to make an example of h
