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Disclaimer: Narnia is not mine.
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Desires and Destiny
Chapter 5
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Chad was sitting alone on the couch in the living room. In his hands was the damn ring, and absently, his fingers played with it. He glanced at the diamonds, admiring their beauty and the skill with which they were cut and put on the ring. It was indeed a beautiful ring and he had had it made with such excitement…
Why was he, then, cursing the piece of jewelry? It was not the ring's fault that Lucy had fallen in love with someone else.
He sighed.
He had been trying not to think about her ever since he walked into this room, but so far he had had no success at all.
Slowly, his green eyes moved away from the ring in his hands to the wall. A mirror hung over it, reflecting the flowers on the table nearby. He stared at the mirror, at his reflection.
He looked like a mess. Not weak. Not injured. Not unclean. And yet, a mess. It was just this look... like he was in pain, like the source of his happiness had been taken away, like he had crumbled down.
"You brought it upon yourself."
He blinked in surprise.
Did his reflection just speak with him?
"Why, yes, I did," the Chad in the mirror replied.
"H-How?" the real Chad asked.
His reflection shrugged. And then looked at him seriously. "You over-reacted. Was breaking up with Lucy necessary?"
"I don't want to talk about it," Chad snapped, annoyed at the fact that his reflection was scolding him and also at the fact that he was actually talking to it.
Sighing, the Lord of Daelhr turned away.
How mature, a voice in his mind taunted him.
Who are you? he asked.
I'm you, the voice replied.
Chad frowned, confused. And what do you want?
I want exactly what you want: peace and love, it replied, But I cannot have it and neither can you. Do you know why?
Chad didn't reply, knowing that the voice would continue.
Because you threw it away.
I did not, Chad snapped, Lucy moved on.
Perhaps she did, the voice admitted, but shouldn't you talk to her - confront her?
And then what? Chad questioned. Nothing. I will only be risking hurting myself even more.
Aha! it exclaimed, So you're afraid of getting hurt.
Maybe, maybe not.
But aren't you already hurt?
Chad thought for a moment. Then - Go away, he ordered.
I will, the voice said, but do ponder over the events that took place.
"It's not like keep myself from thinking about them," Chad muttered and then breathed out in relief when the voice didn't reply. It really was gone.
Did he really overreact?
The answer was clear - yes.
But the more he thought about it, the more he realized that 'overreacting' was not telling Lucy that it was over, but his way of telling her. Maybe he should have confronted her, maybe he should have explained to her that how she had hurt him, maybe he should not have pushed her out of the room.
That had actually hurt him more than it hurt Lucy. Then again, he wasn't sure if Lucy was hurt or not by his actions.
No. He immediately threw that thought away.
Yes, he loved Lucy. Yes, she betrayed him by moving on to Harry. But his heart refused to believe that his words didn't hurt her. She was still the sweet, sensitive and yet so brave queen he had fallen in love with. And him dragging her out of the room had hurt her - her eyes had told him that.
But he hadn't been able to control himself. His anger had taken over him and the hurt and jealousy he had felt when he had seen Lucy hug Harry had blinded him.
He sighed again and picked up the goblet of water from the table, gulping the cool liquid.
Why was he even thinking about this?
Lucy had gone to Harry.
Lucy had chosen Harry over him.
He had stepped back so that Lucy could be with the one she loved.
And that was the plain truth of it. Thinking about it would only bring more pain.
But how could he stop thinking about her when his heart belonged to her?
Every beat of his heart reminded him of the innocent, beautiful, charming and strong Queen - with her brown eyes and her long brown hair that fell to her back. With her sweet voice, and kind words, with her smile that could light up the whole of Narnia and her intelligence...
She was his first friend.
She was the one who had pulled him out of his hard shell.
She was the one who had helped him overcome the darkness that had surrounded his world.
She was the one who had not cared that he was a servant and she, a queen, and she had embraced him - sitting with him by the waterfalls and painting, not even complaining as he ruined her great pieces of art.
She was the one who had questioned him non-stop, forcing him to tell her the secrets that he had not told anyone.
She was the one who had came to know about his past and Kayla, and still continued to be his friend.
She was the only one who had respected him.
She was the one whom he had madly fallen in love with.
And even when she had found out about Chad's blood - his heritage, about the fact that he was the spawn of the monster Bryce and the brother of the beast Alfred, she had still loved him, respected him and cared for him.
And he loved her.
He loved her.
And the fact that she just moved on pained him. It felt as if someone was stabbing his heart after setting it on fire.
"Chad," a kind voice brought him back to his surroundings and he looked up to find Demetrius standing nearby. "Are you alright?"
"Yes," the Lord of Daelhr lied, "Why do you ask?"
"You seem to be... brooding."
"I'm not." Another lie. "What brings you here, Demetrius?"
The old man took a seat on an armchair across from Chad. "I just wanted to inform you that that there has been another strike from the labor. This time they took out a rally, shouting out their demands openly on the streets."
Chad listened quietly. Great, another troubled matter for me.
Why did this keep on happening?
He was not only in tension when it came to his personal life, but his professional also got worse by the second. He was a good governor, he was handling the city well, his people liked him - and yet these stupid labor issues were causing him enough trouble.
And now, he had these to worry about as well as Lucy - the woman he was madly in love with, the woman who had broken his heart.
He glanced at Demetrius. The man had children who loved him, he worked as an advisor and it was work that he loved. A nice family. A nice life.
Why couldn't it be so simple for Chad?
"It took me a long time calming Philip. He said that only a good beating would put some sense into these rebels, as he has started calling them..." the old man continued, unaware of Chad's train of thought.
Of course, Chad knew that Demetrius had had problems too. He knew that the man missed his dead wife - the wife who had died giving birth to their daughter, the wife he still loved even after all these years.
"... I told him to stop. You're the Lord of Daelhr and we will only do what you order. Besides, I doubt that breaking a leg or two would solve any problem..."
How could Demetrius still love Thea, after all these years?
She had died. And he had been alone. And bringing up his children alone could not have been easy.
He could have remarried. He could have chosen anyone. He had money, a nice home, a good position in the society... and he must have been handsome. Even at this age, he still was.
How could, then, he stay so loyal to a memory, when Lucy - who had a man who loved her with all his heart - did not care about Chad and went on strengthening her relationship with Harry?
"All in all, the strike has been stopped for now," Demetrius was saying, "The labor is not much happy and I believe we will have to do something before they start an uprising aga-"
"Tell me about your relationship with your wife, Demetrius," Chad spoke in an even voice.
Demetrius paused in mid-sentence, clearly caught off guard by the sudden question. "I-I beg your pardon, milord?"
"Tell me about Thea and your love for her."
Demetrius remained silent for a few moments, his eyes becoming unfocused as though he was seeing something Chad could not. Then in a voice filled with both longing and contentment, he began to speak, "Thea... was the most beautiful, the most brilliant woman I knew. She was the daughter of one of my father's friends and I had taken a liking to her. When I told my father, he quickly sent a proposal from me and it was accepted. The day of my marriage was the best day of my life."
Chad smiled slightly. "What was she like, in looks and in personality?"
"She had blue eyes and the prettiest lips ever, she was fair and petite, her golden silky hair were long and wavy," Demetrius smiled, "And her voice was always soft. She was the most kind-hearted, obedient and caring woman I ever knew. In fact, Alianna is very much like her - she is truly Thea's daughter."
"You are very loyal to your wife," Chad noted.
"I am," Demetrius said, "As she was to me. When the love is pure, loyalty comes naturally, for there is no one else in the whole world who could give you the comfort that one special person can give."
The small smile that had lit Chad's face while listening to the man faltered a bit.
"Of course, sometimes fate may take us to people whom we do not love truly at first, but that love can grow. And if it is pure - it can endure all hardships and still blossom in the end." Demetrius went on, "Thea and I had our share of problems and quarrels, but we ended up being happy at the end."
"You did," Chad agreed.
The old man hung his head. "But alas! My love for her was not enough to save her life. She died, leaving me alone and not a moment passes by when I do not miss her." he paused thoughtfully, "Pure love lives on I guess, even though the people may be apart from each other."
Chad remained silent.
"Can I ask you something, Chad?"
The Lord of Daelhr nodded.
"Why did you ask me this?"
Chad sighed and looked away, shaking his head.
"Is everything alright?"
Chad looked up and stared at his friend. Demetrius had always been faithful to him, yet he wasn't sure if he was ready to admit that he had just broken up with Lucy.
"Milord?" Demetrius tried again.
Chad sighed in defeat. "I broke up with Lucy," he told Demetrius evenly.
His counselor's eyes widened in shock and his jaw dropped in surprise. Chad watched as his mouth opened and closed a few times, trying to find something to say, before he finally got out a one-worded question: "Why?"
"I believe Lucy is in love with someone else," Chad told his friend.
"Did she tell you that?" Demetrius asked in shock.
"No," Chad told him. "She has shown me through her actions that she no longer shares my affections and has moved on."
"B-but that's impossible milord," Demetrius tried to object. "Queen Lucy loves you and would never-"
"She would," Chad cut him off. "She cheated and no longer cares. I wanted to propose to her - that was the main reason why we came here, but that no longer matters now..."
Demetrius just stared at the Lord of Daelhr for a moment, and Chad could see that the old man wanted to comfort him and yet did not know how.
"I'm sure you'll find another pretty girl in your future to help mend your heart, milord," the old man finally said to Chad.
Chad smiled sadly. "I doubt it."
"I'm sure of it," he replied, "I mean look at you: you're young, rich, noble and handsome. I'm sure you will find a girl who will love you and with whom you will fall in love too."
Chad knew that he might never fall in love with anyone else. For him, Lucy was the one. But he did not want to say that to Demetrius, who was trying to comfort him. So the Lord of Daelhr smiled and said, "I hope so. I do not wish to live forever without love."
"What do you mean by that?" a voice asked.
The two men turned to see the High King standing in the doorway, seeming both angry and curious.
Chad inwardly sighed. This is not how he wanted to talk to Peter about this matter. "Peter," he nodded in acknowledgement.
And as the High King walked towards him, Chad looked at Demetrius. It took a couple of seconds but the old man got the message and stood up.
"I think I shall retire for the night," he said and bowed his head in respect. "Good night, my lords."
Peter waited until Demetrius was gone before he turned to almost glare at Chad, waiting for a response. When none came, he asked, "Why would you say that?"
Kayla, who had walked around the corner, stared at the two men. "You seem angry, my King," she said. "And what did you say, Chad?"
"He was just saying to Demetrius that he would not want to live without love forever." Peter replied.
Kayla walked up to Chad and sat down beside her brother, placing a hand on his shoulder. "What do you mean that, Chad? We love you, and I know that Lucy-"
"-No longer shares my affections," Chad cut Kayla off mid-sentence.
The two were silent for a moment after listening to that. Then -
"What are you talking about?" Peter asked angrily. "Caspian and I were just discussing how much she cares abo-"
"With all due respect King Peter, I seriously think that Lucy's affections have moved to her guard, Harry."
"What?" Kayla asked in astonishment. "Chad, that's crazy...you can't seriously believe that-"
"That she has moved on?" Chad asked in bitter amusement. "I actually can."
Peter narrowed his eyes. "Are you actually implying that my sister was cheating on you?"
"I'm just saying that she no longer has any feelings for me."
"You better have a good explanation for your insane words, Chad," Peter warned, "I've told you time and again that I will not be very happy if you hurt my sis -"
"And what about the fact that your sister hurt me?" Chad asked, slight anger seeping in his voice. He took a breath to calm himself before continuing. "Please Peter, you do not know anything so do not judge my words."
Kayla looked intently at her brother. "What happened?" she asked in a low voice.
"I do not wish to marry Lucy anymore," Chad replied, "And I don't want anything to do with her."
"How dare you -" Peter shouted, taking a step forward.
"Peter, please!" Kayla said, placing one hand on his arm to stop him. "Listen to him first."
"Lucy loves Harry," Chad said. "And just to cover her feelings, she accused me of being attracted towards Alianna. We... had a fight, more than one actually. And when I went to speak with her, I saw her with Harry and they were embracing each other. After that, when I saw her, I told her that it was over and she could go to the man she loved."
"You broke up with her?" Peter sounded shocked.
"I did."
"Just because you think she is involved with Harry?" Kayla asked.
Chad glared at her, irritated. "I saw it with my own eyes. And I'm sure that Lucy is happy that she could be with him now."
"This is ridiculous!" Kayla laughed in amazement at Chad's lack of willingness to listen. "Chad, I promise you that if we went to Lucy's room right now, we would find her in tears at the fact that it's over between you two."
"I agree," Peter cut in. "In fact, this entire situation is so ridiculous that I think we should go to Lucy's room and sort out this whole mess."
"No," Chad shook his head. "I don't want to see her."
"You will have to."
"It would be the ideal thing to do," Kayla admitted, "I mean, considering the fact at how you two have ruined a perfect relationship over something so small and silly, it would be nice to actually shout at the two of you."
"Look," Chad sighed. "I... don't want to see her. And it is just over. I don't -"
"I'm not asking you, Chad," Peter's voice was hard. "I'm telling you to come to Lucy's room so we can sort it out. I'll not have you break my sister's heart just because of some jealousy you feel." With that, the High King pulled the young man to his feet, not gently.
Chad winced and pulled away."I'm not going." he said, stubbornly.
Sensing the High King's anger, Kayla stepped in between them and took her brother's hand. "Please do, for me."
Chad stared at her for a moment before sighing. "... Alright," he agreed, unwillingly.
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"I'm telling you, it is useless," Chad said for the third time. He was walking towards the Valiant Queen's chambers with Peter and Kayla.
"And I'm telling you to shut up," Peter snapped. "I told you that we will talk once we reach there."
Chad shook his head. "Lucy loves Harry," he mumbled.
"I don't think so," Kayla spoke. "She loves you, and you love her and the two of you are just mad."
Chad pursed his lips. It was no use talking to them about this. Maybe, maybe if Lucy just told them that it would be best to let this relationship end would they understand. But if she did say it, would he - Chad - be able to bear it?
And what if it was the other way round? What if what Peter and Kayla said was right? What if Lucy really loved him and not Harry?
No, he told himself firmly as his heart began to swell with some strange feeling.
Was it eagerness? Excitement? Or hope?
Should he even dare hope?
No, he would not hope. Hope had mostly failed him in his life. It had brought him pain and darkness.
Of course, he wanted to be with Lucy. He wanted everything to be fine, but hope, when shattered, brought a lot of disappointment and Chad was not sure if he could handle it at the moment.
Well, all will be clear in a few minutes now, he told himself.
His heart skipped a beat - and the loneliness he felt without her filled him.
The three turned round the last corner, and halted.
The Valiant Queen stood outside her room along with her personal guard, Harry. Her hands were on his shoulder and the two were kissing, their eyes closed.
Chad's world seemed to stop.
As did his heart.
His breath.
His senses.
His everything.
Lucy was kissing Harry!
He saw as Lucy slowly pulled away and stared into the eyes of her 'friend'. "You mean a lot to me, Harry, more than you can imagine," her voice was soft and full of emotion, "And I... thank you for all you've done for me."
Hurt.
Pain.
Anger.
Sadness.
And finally emptiness filled the Lord of Daelhr as he saw this.
Harry kept on looking back at her. "I'll always be there for you, Lucy." he promised her.
And Chad realized that he did not want to see this anymore. He just could not see this anymore.
It was too much.
It was just too much.
A small - tiny - part of his mind wanted to see how Kayla or Peter reacted to this, but no. He could not wait and see that.
His mind was reeling.
His world was spinning.
And his fury showed him red.
He had to go. Or he would kill Harry.
He had to go. Or he would shatter completely.
He had to go. Or he would cry.
He had to go.
And the Lord of Daelhr turned on his heels and walked away.
A moment later, he heard footsteps and he knew that Peter and Kayla were following him. They were not going to confront Lucy. He knew that they were in shock.
But he, Chad, had to go.
Go and be alone.
And so, he sped up, and his feet carried him away. Away from Lucy. Away from love. Away, just away...
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"... And so, as usual, Irene had to step in and stop the argument between Estella and Caleb. And then your pretty daughter scolded them as the big sister in an adorable way, which reminded me of you."
The High King sat on the couch in his room, listening to his wife while she told him about the children. From the corner of his eyes, he saw her glance at him with a grin. She probably expected him to react to her calling him adorable.
Normally, he would have - immediately stating that he was in no way adorable. Puppies were adorable, parrots were too, but he was the High King of Narnia - a warrior, a ruler. And he refused to be called adorable.
But that was the 'normal' case.
That day was not normal, and Peter's mind was not on his wife and her tales, but on his little sister - whom he had seen kissing.
The thought of her kissing someone made him angry - she was his little sister! - but seeing the man she was kissing actually infuriated him.
Harry?
Harry - Lucy's personal guard, Lucy's best friend, Harry?
And what about Chad?
What was going on?
Of course, he - being an overprotective, over-sensitive big brother - would normally have lashed out at Harry, threatening to tear him apart or at least bashing his head against the wall. And he would have shouted at Lucy, demanding an explanation for the inappropriate behavior.
But then again, the day was not normal.
And seeing Lucy kiss Harry had put his mind into a strange state of shock. It still ran deep within him, even though it had been at least an hour since he had witnessed the sight.
What had shocked him even more was the sight of hurt, betrayal and defeat on Chad's face. He had seen such emotions on his face before... he had seen many emotions on his face before, but there was something different about them.
Like it was the end of the world.
But then again, should Peter even blame Chad, or even question Chad's reactions, considering what the boy had seen?
A gentle touch on his shoulder brought him out of his thoughts and he jumped.
"Peter?" Isabel seemed startled by his reaction, "What happened?"
He blinked, realizing it was his wife and then sighed, shaking his head. He was not in the mood to talk.
"Is everything alright?"
"... I don't know."
"I've noticed ever since you walked back into this room," she said, but he barely heard, "You've been acting strange, as if you're thinking about something."
He didn't say anything.
And she kept on staring at him questioningly, knowing that he would speak up eventually.
Knock. Knock.
The tapping on the door of their chambers made the consort queen tear her eyes away from her husband. "Who could it be at this time?" she wondered.
"... Can you get the door?" Peter asked quietly.
"Sure," Isabel walked over to the door and opened it, blinking in surprise. "Chad, what are you doing here?"
The Lord of Daelhr smiled at the consort queen. "May I come in?"
"Of course," Isabel stepped aside.
"I just wanted to speak with the High King."
Isabel faltered. "I'm not sure this is a good time, then."
"Why not?"
"I don't know," she glanced at her husband, "He hasn't been talking much. I think something is wrong."
"I can't imagine what," Chad muttered to himself.
Isabel heard that. She raised an eyebrow. "You know?"
Chad looked at her for a moment before turning to the High King, "Can we talk?"
Peter's blue eyes were already on him. He nodded, standing up. "Isabel, could you please go see if the kids are sleeping alright?"
Isabel frowned. "But –"
"Please?"
She looked at her husband for a moment before politely excusing herself and leaving the room.
Chad stared at the now shut door of the chambers. "You didn't tell her?"
Peter shook his head.
"Why not?"
"I… will tell her," the King replied, "But I guess I am just in shock at the moment."
Chad snorted. "I know the feeling." A pause, "Can we go out to the balcony? I can do with some fresh air."
Peter nodded and the two silently walked out into the cool breeze, leaning against the railings as they stared at the dark sky illuminated by the full moon.
"Are you alright?" Peter asked Chad after a few silent minutes, looking at him intently.
The younger man shrugged. "I can't say yes, but I will be." He paused. "I expected this to be the reality, but seeing it with my very own eyes hurt."
"You might think that I am defending my sister, but I still think that there is something we don't know. The Lucy I know would never –"
"– The Lucy I fell in love with would never have betrayed me too," Chad interrupted, "And I just saw her throwing herself all over some man and kissing him."
Peter inwardly flinched as the image of Lucy and Harry flashed before his eyes, but otherwise remained quiet.
"Things happen, people change, life still moves on and you can do nothing but simply accept it," Chad laughed bitterly, "It was one lesson I had learned a long time ago. I should have remembered that; it would have caused me less pain."
Peter glanced at him sympathetically. "I love Lucy, Chad. And I know that there is some explanation of what we saw," he said slowly, "But it is true that whatever happened was totally unfair to you. I'm sorry that my sister is the reason behind your pain."
Chad shook his head. "It's alright. I've had worse."
"Have you?"
He thought for a moment. "No, but this equals the pains of my past," Chad admitted. "I can handle it."
"I'm sure you can." The High King agreed, hoping to hide the uncertainty in his voice.
The two stood in silence for a while.
"What now, Chad?" Peter asked.
"I'm afraid I do not understand your question."
"You do understand, you're simply afraid of answering it."
"No. I'm not afraid."
Peter raised an eyebrow.
"I did not come to you for idle chatter, Peter," Chad said evenly, turning so that he was facing the king. "I come here because of a reason."
"And what might that be?"
"I-I wanted to thank you for your permission to marry Lucy, but after what I witnessed, I doubt she returns my feelings."
Peter nodded with a sigh.
"I also wanted to thank you for the hospitality you have shown to me, my sister and my companions during our stay at the Cair," Chad went on, his face blank, "But my duties await me back in my city. There is much to attend to and it will only be done if I get back."
"… I see."
"I would like to leave for Daelhr tomorrow."
The Magnificent King stared into the young man's deep green eyes, and he could see that leaving the Cair and returning to Daelhr was not only the wish of the Lord of Daelhr but also of Chad - the Chad they all had known on a more personal level, the Chad who had always wanted to stay so he could spend more time with his Lucy.
And he knew the reason behind this.
Which is why Peter simply nodded, "As you wish. Do you think you will be able to arrange your departure in such a short time, seeing that dawn is only a few hours away?"
"I have informed my companions and my servants. The arrangements are being made as we speak."
"Very well, then." Peter paused, "Susan will not be happy that you all are leaving so suddenly. I'm sure she would have wanted all of you to stay and to also plan a farewell feast before you left."
"I see no reason to stay."
"I understand."
Chad took a deep breath. "There is another thing I wish to talk to you about."
"What is that?"
"I don't want to go and see Lucy," Chad began, "I doubt that I can control my anger in her presence. So, I thought it would be best to speak to you."
"About what?"
"I know that you might not approve of this, and considering the enormous amounts of threats I've received over the last five years, I might leave this room scarred as a result of your fury…"
Peter waited for him to continue, his eyes questioning.
Chad looked at him in the eye. "So, with or without your permission, I am officially breaking off the courtship between Lucy and myself."
Peter blinked.
"I shall not lie to you, I am absolutely disgusted by what your sister did," Chad went on, "But I do know that she is a queen of Narnia, and it would be extremely harmful if word of what we saw reached the ears of others. Lucy's actions must not weaken the respect or the hold you all have over your subjects."
"I –"
"Please, let me finish," Chad held up a hand. "So, it would be best if I am the one to break this courtship on account of the distance between where we live and on the differences between us that this has caused. I think it would save both my and Lucy's honor."
"You've thought this through," Peter noted.
Chad shook his head. "This is one thing I never thought of," he sighed, "You should know that."
"I think you should talk to Lu before you –"
"This relationship is no more," Chad's voice was firm, "I told you I'm ending it with or without your permission.
Peter was silent for a while. Then – "You're right."
"You will inform her?"
"I will."
"Thank you."
Peter shrugged. "You are doing the right thing and I'm merely supporting you."
"… I should head back to my room. I still have to pack." Chad gave him a small smile, "Besides, I think it would be unfair to have Isabel sitting in Patrick's room all night."
"Alright."
"I'll see you in the morning." Chad said and walked away.
Peter sighed, praying to Aslan to make things simpler, and to help Chad control his anger. The High King had seen it in the young man's eyes. Fury - cold as ice, sharp as a blade, like moist black velvet - deep and dangerous - and it was the hurt of a man who had lost something that was very precious to him.
With one last glance at the dark sky outside, the High King walked back in, hoping to find his wife and explain everything to her.
He briefly wondered if he should go to Lucy.
No, he decided. Not now.
He would go and talk to her tomorrow.
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When I offered to write this story with her-before it even had a name or an idea of what it would be-I never in a million years would have thought that she would choose little old me to be the lucky co-author of this story. Then-for some reason unbeknownst to me-she chose me and that fact is not going to change... Just so you all know, I let her make the final call on all of the decisions. We debate different ideas and I let her know my honest opinion and all, but overall, she's the boss. I see it as, "Her series, her call...My different opinions are just taken into more consideration now."
We love writing this together and for all of those who like it, good! For those who don't like it, however, too bad... owe aren't going to change out plans for you...
Bottom line is that if you like me: Yay! That makes me happy that you've accepted me! However, if you don't like me, I'm sorry. I can't change that...
Either way, thank you for reading and I hope you liked it.
Until next time,
bye!
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