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Diana found herself alone in the room, overwhelmed by a sense of unease. "This is not good," she muttered under her breath. The maid had prepared her for this night, but Diana couldn't help but feel lost and confused. She couldn't decipher Ezra's motives—did he hate her or did he actually like her? It was a constant source of uncertainty for her.

Diana felt like an unfortunate girl caught in a web of uncertainty. The timeline was too short for her to formulate a well-thought-out plan. Shadows enveloped the room, and she found herself in the dark, isolated from any guidance or support.

"What am I going to do?" she whispered into the silence, her voice barely audible. Diana was left to contemplate her next move, her thoughts echoing in the empty room.

Diana's mind raced with confusion and apprehension. They hadn't even had a proper wedding ceremony, yet here she was, expected to sleep with Ezra this very instant. She couldn't help but question his intentions. Was he truly considering her feelings and well-being? It had only been two or three days since they had met, and the idea of being so physically intimate with him seemed unnaturally rushed.

The weight of the situation pressed down on Diana, filling her with a sense of unease. She couldn't fathom what was going through Ezra's mind, or why he seemed so eager to take this step without considering the emotional consequences. The absence of a proper wedding ceremony made it all the more disconcerting.

Diana found herself in a state of helplessness as she whispered to herself, "What should I do? He's almost here." She hadn't anticipated this situation and hadn't made any plans to protect herself or retaliate against him. She knew she needed to find a way to defend herself, whether it was by locating a hidden room in the mansion to concoct a poison or by seeking out a sword for her defense. The urgency of the situation compelled her to take immediate action.

In the quiet confines of the room, Diana whispered, "I don't want to sleep with him right now." The urgency of the situation urged her to devise a plan immediately. She commenced searching the room, contemplating her options. "Perhaps I should hide," she pondered, but the uncertainty of Ezra's potential actions loomed over her. She feared that hiding might only provoke him further, possibly resulting in physical harm. "No, that won't work," she concluded, dismissing the idea. But what alternative did she have?

Suddenly, a thought struck her. "Blood?" she muttered. The notion caught her by surprise, but desperate times called for desperate measures. She began to consider whether this unexpected idea could offer her a solution.

"I need something sharp," Diana declared, her voice filled with determination. She resumed her search of the room, scanning every nook and cranny for a tool that could serve her purpose. Her plan was straightforward yet effective. If she could introduce the period of blood into the equation, Ezra would be forced to halt the ritual. It was a simple plan, one that would raise no suspicion.

Diana's search in the room proved unfruitful, leaving her feeling disheartened. "What now?" she murmured to herself, sensing that her only viable solution lay with the maid. She knew she had to request something sharp from the maid discreetly, without raising suspicion.

An idea formed in her mind, and a glimmer of hope illuminated her face. "I'm feeling quite hungry. Could you please bring me an apple and a knife?" she called out, carefully choosing her words. It was a seemingly innocent request, one that wouldn't arouse any suspicion. Diana felt a sense of relief as she contemplated the simplicity of her plan. Now, she only needed to request the maid waiting behind the door to bring her the items she needed.

Diana's pleas for assistance went unanswered, leaving her perplexed. "Hey, is anyone there?" she called out once more, hoping for a response. The silence persisted, amplifying her sense of unease. Yet, an inexplicable intuition told her that someone was indeed behind the door. She couldn't hear their voice, but a subtle presence lingered in the air, teasing her senses.

Unable to bear the uncertainty any longer, Diana resolved to open the door herself. With a determined hand, she turned the knob and swung the door open. To her dismay, standing before her was Ezra himself. "My lord," Diana managed to utter, her voice trembling with fear. The sight of him sent a chilling wave through her, as she realized the imminent danger she was in.

"Get inside," commanded Ezra, his voice filled with authority. Diana complied, stepping into the room as instructed. However, Ezra chose not to enter with her, instead closing the door behind her. The click of the latch echoed in the room, leaving Diana alone and uncertain of what would transpire next. The sense of isolation and vulnerability engulfed her as she anxiously awaited the unfolding of events.