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Beneath my breath, I chant my seven sins for penance. To remind me I’m flawed. To remind me I deserved the dungeon. To remind me I’m lucky it wasn’t as long as my mother’s penance. Lust. Pride. Vanity. Greed. Wrath. Sloth. Envy. The sins every woman is born with and must avoid at all costs. The sins that plague me continually. Instead of feeling calmed, I feel dead inside. Trapped in this world by virtue of being born to privilege. The President’s daughter.
But the female hates me.
How dare he speak to my mate in that tone of voice?
Surely, it’s better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all?”
He’s always got my back.

