The thought loosens my shoulders, and I take my first normal breath since entering the room. When I look at him—really look at him—I see him for what he is. It doesn’t matter how uncannily perfect he is. He’s a Royal. The Royals are shrouded in beauty, but it’s all to mask the fact that they’re the reason behind everything I hate.
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