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─────────genya's memoir

I wanted to rip my tongue out of my mouth, but they were beautiful. At first sight, they didn't match – General with his usual black attire and my sister in her blossoming red colour palette. When she smiled, she reminded me of little her – always so giggly, always beaming with joy. Now, it was a rare sight.

The Queen was a bit too busy weeping and demanding to fix her up better – she didn't take the news of the General's courting really well. I must say, she became even worse and I didn't think it was possible.

I honestly do not know why I'm writing this anymore – does it even help me ease my pain? Does it help with the never-ending nightmares? I cannot look at the flowers that surround the palace – everything reminds me of her. And the setting sun sky, so beautifully red, just like the colour of her hair.

I remember this once when they announced to everyone about their courting. Many were displeased with how Liya managed to get her way into his heart after being named a traitor. But I noticed the way General was holding my sister – there was no force in his grip, no demanding expression on his face. He was gently holding his hand on top of hers which was wrapped around his arm. He was supporting her and wouldn't let anything happen to her. Which was... odd.

Considering, he has betrayed her once.

I still didn't want to believe that his feelings were sincere, but that was just my hatred towards him. I wished the best for my sister, but it was so hard to do so when this place was crawling with betrayal.

Oh, I do not believe I'm capable of writing about the celebration for General Pavel! As much as I know it was the fault of the King's idiocy, but I still blamed the Darkling. He should've stopped the celebration. He should've not let the delegations come.

He shouldn't have let Liya leave his sight.
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