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When you think all the power is in you but you are not always right.
“Excuse me, I believe this is mine.” A hand smoothed down Laura’s arm, then tugged at her umbrella.  She spun. Her glare was met by intense gray eyes. 
‘So, what’s today’s disaster?’ ‘You don’t follow the news cycle Most Highness? ‘Nah, I switch off. Too depressing.’
The girl, thin, eyes black with smeared mascara, whispers I didn’t do it. I was asked to drive the car away.
Sweet revenge
He tried so hard - in vain.
A sarcastic letter of apology
Apologies
Love can be vindictive.
My eyes were dry I couldn’t even weep for myself, was this even worth it?