Forty-Three:
Prince Victor
The duel was scheduled for the next morning.
I planned on sleeping, but I wanted to see Cecelia one last time before the duel happened. I wanted to assure her that I wasn’t doing this because I was evil. I was doing this because I wanted her to only be mine. This was the only way that I could make it happen.
Her room wasn’t far from mine. The door was closed. I knocked on it.
There was no answer.
I knocked again. “Cecelia?”
Worried, I pushed the door open. I stepped inside. There was no one there. There was no sign that she had even come, except that her things had been delivered. I did, however, notice that the window was open. Outside, the gardens were lit up. I could hear the
