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"I am stripping you from being my mistress, Vetta. And from today onwards, I'm setting you free."

Vetta stood there staring up at King Lucien, hours later. She was finding it hard understanding those words he spoke.

"W-What?" Surely, she didn't hear him correctly. It's those memories again tormenting her and blocking her hearings, she concluded.

But his eyes... That guilt was still there. That Remorse. And a new look too.

"Henceforth, you will no longer be a mistress to me, Vetta. I am letting you go."

"Y-You're throwing me away?" It was hard for her to believe. She can barely hear above the clamours in her head.

"No. No, I'm not throwing you away. I will never throw you away." He stated firmly.

"But, you're stripping me from being your mistress.