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I had found out that the other Cora had been there three days… three days… and in all her bitchiness she had left devastation in her wake She was cold, i and even cruel

In all likelihood she hadn’t offended everyone in the entire city; she didn’t have superpower nastiness like Minerva had But she did enough dae to those she came into contact with that it was clear rumor had run rampant

The further fact (I’d heard whispers) that she had nothing to do with Tor, as beloved (I’d heard straight out comments muttered loudly behindand therefore responsible for siring an heir to secure the kingdoain, I learned this froht out comht there was so with her (as they would, Tor was hot and his princedoood

As with Perdita, they didn’t even try to hide their contempt for Tor’s wife Glares, scowls, catty, loud comments and one man even spit in the path behindto explore, be friendly and experience Tor’s city

But the spitting, which was horrid, wasn’t the worst

It was the iving theardenia so now she’s wearing one of his other women’s scents that we left in her rooiggles

One of his other women’s scents That vast collection of bottles were left behind by Tor’s other wo one

That tiny tear in ht was long since mended split painfully further

I was a friendly person, I was social person and I consideredswitched to a whole different world and warrior princessed ht with the vickrants, for God’s sake

But I was not friendly enough, social enough or strong enough to endure the quantity and intensity of hate co at me that day

In fact, in the end, I felt almost unsafe without Tor to watch over ie (I was scared to ask anyone where I could find Perdita so I could ask for Aggie, so I didn’t), I spent hours with not a single kind soul around h

I could bear nobad happened Like I fell in love with Tor or got stoned to death by his people

“Please God, send h my tears as the beautiful vista lay before ht mind would ever wish to leave but one from which I had to escape

“Cora!”

I heard Tor’s voice shouting my name It wasn’t close but it wasn’t far

Shit!

I hunched deeper into ed handkerchief I found in the huge, walk-in wardrobe in Tor’s rooain And it was closer

Crap!

The handkerchief wasn’t working so I dashed ers across my face, thankful that I hadn’t attempted any makeup heroics with the kohl pencil

I heard boots on marble