|Chapter 3: Part 1|
“The snow, the chilled night air - what a memorable icon it is for me. A memory of back when my name had a meaning, a definition of righteousness and power. I would do anything for my family, friends, and even sacrifice my standing for them if I had to, and that time had come. I was a princess of the fae, Mira Ortega, next in line to be queen of the sacred forests, untouched by any other race that could contaminate it, but all that is lost now. It was my decision to let a relative run away, and I was exiled for it. Happiness…what does that word even mean anymore? I belong to a Vampire Lord now, I fell to the bottom of the latter, no longer something as great as he is now. I need to let go; if I do not, I fear my sadness and despair will consume me…”
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