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~The Author~
"Mother, I'm going to see her, whether you like it or not!" Prince Elvin's voice echoed through the thick wooden door. He pounded it with both fists, his hands already sore and swelling, but he didn't care. He couldn't just sit in here and do nothing. Not while Katrina was lying somewhere, possibly dying.
They had locked him in since afternoon. His own parents. Like he was a child who couldn't be trusted. One of the maids had whispered the news earlier—Katrina had an accident. They said she was barely hanging on. No one told him if she had made it or not. No one even tried.
And where was he? Trapped in this room like a prisoner. Karl was with her. Karl was by her side, holding her hand, protecting her like he always did. And him? He was stuck behind this damn door, useless.
His heart twisted with guilt and anger. If he couldn't even fight for her now, what right did he have to say he loved her?
