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***IN THE KINGDOM OF SALEM***

Vetta whirled around and faced Danika.

"You must be very proud of yourself, are you not? You must be feeling like you've won everything you wanted?" She stated, venom dripping from her words.

"I don't understand what you mean," Danika answered truthfully.

"You don't even like him, do you? All this..." she waved her hand around them, "...is just pretense. Pretending to love him, to care about the scarred, lonely King, and warm your way into his cold heart to make him forgive you...forgive your father! To make him forget who you really are!" The mistress snarled.

Each accusation was like a whip to Danika's heart. She began shaking her head, "No, no way. I love the King, and I don't pretend—"

"You are just as monstrous as your father." Vetta threw the w