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Julian knew it smart to still be wary of her, he also believed that she was of course rightful in her anger. She was confused and he could only imagine how terrifying that was. The last three years of her life had gone by unknowingly and she more than likely suffered at the grueling grip of the cursed succubus inside of her. He flinched slightly at her raised tone; his hands gripping tightly in front of him before he took a seat, being sure to push the chair further back. Her words softened from their wild roaring anger into a soft whisper as she found herself lost in a memory. Julian leaned in, curious as though he could see the scene play out right before his eyes. Embarrassed, the princess turned her head to look out the window. It was caked with dust but there was a small stream of sunlight that managed to edge through. How would she react in knowing the land beyond this castle was would be completely unrecognizable?<br/>
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Octavia was still unwilling to take his words as facts. She fought him on the truth and he knew that he didn't really have any viable proof to show her at that moment. Even his grave was thousands of miles away from them as he had been born in his own kingdom. He'd gained her trust enough for her to tell him her side of the story but he wasn't quite sure that she would be willing to leave with him. His brows furrowed as he combed through his thoughts. What was he going on about? He already had a mission of his own and getting involved in whatever she had going on didn't sound pleasing.<br/>
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Whether Prince Albert had been killed was hard to say. There were those who believed he had just fallen ill and some who were positive that poison was involved. It was curious that he should fall dead after the princess refused his hand and was locked away in this tower. The mystical power around her suggested that she intended to never leave this castle either, quite possibly eventually meant to succumb to the demon inside of her until the real princess was forever gone. Julian's cheeks turned red as he realized he hadn't even introduced himself. She was still the princess after all. He chastised himself internally for becoming too comfortable, immediately getting out of his seat then to bend at the bed.<br/>
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"My apologies to your highness. My name is Sir Julian Harrington. I hail from Windbay but I served as a knight under the king for the last seven years." His arm was crossed over his chest before he tipped his head up toward her and came to a stand. "I fear I know just as much as you. Prince Albert fell I'll, it only took a few short before he fell dead. The king – your father soon took possession of his land right after." He was careful in his next words, not wanting to upset her any further. "As far as many were concerned, illness took you as well Princess."Julian tried to think if this information was truly helpful for her. It was clear that the King had put her in this castle with the intent to keep her locked away while he continued to conduct his heinous crime. He clamped his lips tightly, almost fearing the thought of the King being so vile and yet - what else would there be for his daughter to have been cursed and bound by these four walls? If that were the case, leaving the castle to see the king would put her in more danger than she already was in.<br/>
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"Princess – were you aware of your curse?" Had she known the many men she killed? Those who had defiled her only to be slain and turned into ash to blow away in the wind? "What are you to say to the King should you see him again? You keep your truth, but I am inclined to believe you didn't take so kindly to your being betrothed." He couldn't imagine any woman would when it came to Prince Albert. He was terrible toward women, the many that crowded his bed were often rotated out one by one and the hall had a story to tell – none at all pleasant about the potbellied man.<br/>
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