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As though he was able to read her mind, he properly introduced himself. <b>"Julian Harrington…"</b> his name rolled of her tongue as she tried to recall memories if the two ever met before. None came to mind as he was still a stranger in her eyes. <b>"Windbay you say? You traveled far—and what brought you here? <i>How</i> did you know I was in this tower?"</b> But the more she listened to his explanation, the more her mind starved for answers. Her father conquered Prince Albert's kingdom and land, taking advantage while their defenses were low. It sounded something her father would do, exploiting others for his personal gain. The <i>she-devil</i> never let him play fair—not when it came to his hunger for power. Octavia's eyes narrowed in on Julian's as he spoke of her illness. Furrowing her brows in confusion, she started to speak, but held herself back as he continued. <b>"Illness? What, how could—,"</b> if a knight from Windbay heard about her so-called illness, then her people must've known about this rumor as well. She was the only one keeping hope alive in her kingdom against her father's madness. <b>"I-I don't… This illness you speak of, it's a <i>blatant</i> lie! I… Curse? What <i>curse</i>!?"</b><br/>
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Her hands trembled as her memories washed over her, daring her to remember her conversation with the dark sorceress. The way she spoke of noblemen entertaining her and providing comfort while she slept; or how men lusted after her beauty and would do unimaginable things if they had an opportunity to lay their hands on her lithe form. The memory, the conversation, it couldn't be true. <b>"No, it couldn't…"</b> Choking on her words, tears brimmed her eyes as she looked away from him, trying to think hard about what happened after the witch left her here. Blurry recollections of being led to her bed, a slumber befalling her suddenly, and the faint mocking laughter echoing from the she-devil's lips as she left. Shaking her head softly, she tried to deny it. She didn't want to know, but the demon quietly biding her time amongst their conversation smiled deviously.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)"><i>'Poor Princess… Shall I help you remember? I can prove the knight is telling the truth…'</i></span> Pausing, the demon allowed her to contemplate her words, letting them linger for a moment longer.<br/>
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</div>Clutching at her bed sheets, her eyes darted from one floor tile to the next. She tried to resist the taunting echoes but could not overpower the memories that came flooding through. One after the other, her vision became hazy, and the demon lifted the veil to allow her to see clearly—the faces of the noblemen entered her sight. All had an astounding expression on their features before their minds reflected what they were imagining as each one approached her bed. <b>"No, no…"</b> The stench of sweat and dirt permeated through the room as they grinned, licking their lips as their eyes roamed across her sleeping form. Their ages ranged from as old as her father to as young as the knight sitting near her. The blankets came off, her gown eased up against her thigh, and she could hear their lewd whispers; the way they trapped her into a kiss, their hands wildly exploring her body as they pushed her gown higher exposing her to them. The sounds of their belts unbuckling, their pants dropped to their ankles in a frenzy before climbing on top—Octavia shook her head harder this time as she continued to protest against the memories.<br/>
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Tears streamed down her face, staining her cheeks; their dry chuckle echoed around her as they spread her legs apart. One by one, they took what wasn't theirs to take—they thrusted themselves into her and defiled her honor, her dignity as a woman, as a princess. Her mouth opened as her eyes widened in fear and disgust as she could hear the demon's laughter.<br/>
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<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)">'My, my, you've been rather busy, haven't you princess? And why do you think that knight is there, hm? To talk to you? Oh no, my dear! He came just as all the others did…'</span></i><br/>
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Shivers traveled up her spine, anger boiled her veins, and her mind cracked against the torment that was set upon her by the curse. Abruptly, she pushed herself off the bed, staggering to stand as it had been years since she last used them, she stumbled forward. Hands grappling the nightstand and accidentally breaking the treasures decorated around her. She kept a wary eye on the knight as she tried to find something to defend herself with—anything to save herself. Her legs gave way and she fell to the floor, the hard impact collided with her fear, the betrayal coursing through her form, as she screamed in pain. The anger that was bottled up for years raged deep inside her as she turned around, her back against the stone walls as she extended her palm out toward him—a warning for him to not approach her. <b>"Stay away! Don't you <i>dare</i> touch me!"</b> Hugging her knees close to her chest, she gripped the fabric tight until her knuckles turned white.<br/>
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<b>"It's a lie! The <i>damn</i> curse! It can't be true! No!"</b> Daggers pierced through her eyes at the knight as she was overwhelmed with a handful of emotions. Trust was dwindling between them and the demon inside her bathed in her successful manipulation.<br/>
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<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)">'Won't you spread your legs for him, princess? I'm sure he'll enjoy it…'</span></i><br/>
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<b>"No! Stay away from me! Don't come near me! Help! Anyone? Can anyone hear me!? Guards!"</b><br/>
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