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"You can't do it." They all said, glaring down at her. "Why? I want to write a book." She said, wilting under their cold stares. "Just look at how you've fallen. How are you even going to write a book? This is all your fault." they chorused. Indeed, Seanae was sprawled on the icy cobblestones. Her scraped knees were bleeding waves of crimson. "B-but you're the ones who pushed me." She whimpered. Suddenly, they all went dead quiet. Seanae looked down, embarrassed. "You can't do it." They repeated. "You can't even pick yourself up." But she did. Slowly, she dusted off her knees and limped into a standing position. "You're wrong. I can do it, and I will," she told them. And with that, "English Rose" was published. ~~~~ Pls help dis rando author ;-; I have dirt bank account and dirt writing skills but gold imagination ~~~~ Please give me viewssssss art release every 5k *read till at least the second chapter before you decide to ditch it pls* - EVERY WEEKDAY (daily updates monday-friday and maybe on the weekends too?) I HAVE A CHANNEL NOW !!! https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCR6DjAK9vpn_EeDtn4Wr2mw NOT MY ART I USE DIS GENERATOR --> https://perchance.org/ai-photo-generator ART RELEASE : (I got 5k views so here it is) https://docs.google.com/document/d/1gb2oLOrgMFH0WBXGh6GGutvv6uSdddlS-bMXpV-Wmpg/edit

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CHAPTER FIFTY

"Hello? Mrs. Cordelia?" The butler asked, confused. "I need to see the emperor and princess." I gasped, breathless, and the butler's face suddenly became solemn. Oh no. "They're not available at the moment." The butler said, and I slapped my palm on my head. "Idiot, if they're dead, just say it! I have divine power, I can heal them!" I said, shoving the butler aside and dashing down the hall. One left and one right. Follow the red carpet to the room with marble tiles. I threw open the door - to see 7 assassins and the bodies of what had to be the emperor and the princess.

Late. Too late to save anyone. I had failed. agan. Suddenly, a hand grabbed my mouth from behind and held a cloth to my nose. DONT. BREATHE. IT. IN. CORDELIA. But too late again, my head started spinning. More? My divine power surged through my arm, but an assassin just grabbed a curtain to whack at the flames at my arm.

I recognized someone else too. This person wasn't wearing assassin clothes. Eden was the daughter of the emperor and heir to the Ruthim empire.

"Cordelia!" Levi said, rushing down the hall. I saw why now. There was cold metal on my neck, and Eden was holding the blade. With a smile, she sneered at me. As if to say, You've lost. With a slash, blood splattered the ground.

"Cordelia!!"

END OF PART I

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