"How did it get there?" she asked, running her cold fingers along my shoulder blade. "When I was a little girl, alone, living in an orphanage, the king came. He marked me." I told her, slipping my shirt back on. "Why?" I sighed. This was the particularly painful part. "So he'll know who I am when he comes back to . . . to kill me." (Comment by Ashlie Rachelle)

"How did it get there?" she asked, running her cold fingers along my shoulder blade. "When I was a little girl, alone, living in an orphanage, the king came. He marked me." I told her, slipping my shirt back on. "Why?" I sighed. This was the particularly painful part. "So he'll know who I am when he comes back to . . . to kill me." (Comment by Ashlie Rachelle)

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