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Kingmaker's Revenge

Never did Lumielle claim that she was a good woman. In fact, she was a cruel woman who did nothing to deserve mercy for kindness. Poisoning her own father and placing her younger brother on the throne, Lumielle painted her future red with her crimes. Yet, she would have never thought that her retribution would come in the form of the death of her precious younger brother. Revenge. Revenge. Revenge. That was the only thing on Lumielle's mind as she rotted inside of a prison cell. Her younger brother dead and Cosette, the daughter of the Duke, smiling down on her with a commemorative crown on her head. She had tried to take it all; her love, her father, and finally when Cosette couldn't have her brother, she killed him. Revenge. Revenge. Revenge. Traveling back in time, Lumielle awakens when she's only twelve years old with a new chance to enact her revenge.

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Memories ( III )

"She would be proud of you," Lumielle chided, "Your mother. My mother as well. Apparently, she was quite fond of you."

"It doesn't matter," Asterias mumbled, his fingers still toying with her own, "Their pride means nothing. Which is why," he paused.

He kissed her fingers, a habit that she still grew red over. Her cheeks flushed as she attempted to move but Asterias had an iron grip on her wrist. His blue eyes staring deep into her halcyon ones. He was beautiful; outlandishly beautiful and that face would soon be obscured with a mask if she didn't do everything right. It was suffocating. The burden of her memories felt like a vice. She had the ability to change the future.

"You don't need to love her," Asterias answered, "Because it means nothing. The dead can't love."

A slight smile curved on her face. He was trying to make her feel better. She appreciated it.

"It's morose," Lumielle retorted.