The small and quiet village was abuzz with gossip.
"Did you hear?"
"Lady Feyre!"
"She's only been married to Emperor Tamlin for three months"
"But now she's -"
"Run away!"
"Why would she possibly do this?"
"Where could she be?"
"Did they get a divorce?"
"Was there a guy?"
"Oh my goodness, was she having an affair?"
"The horror!"
"That woman must be brought to justice."
This echoed throughout the village.
"Justice," they toasted at dinner that evening.
"Justice," the mayor of the village would announce.
"Justice," the governor of the province would secretly say, outside his political life.
And so the hatred for Lady Feyre spread throughout the kingdom of Chlorida. Farmers, merchants, and businessmen, who had never laid eyes on her or spoken with her, loathed her with a passion.
As The Chlorida Daily put it: "We don't know who you are, where you're from, or why you're doing this. But we do know that you're hurting our emperor. Mark my words, Lady Feyre Archeron, we will find you. We the people will not let this rest. We will find you…"
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Hey y'all! Thanks for taking the time to read this! This is my first fanfic ever, so please review!
Since my first two chapters were all exposition, I posted them together. More plot coming soon!