ep 18 destroyed book
Aurora D'AMORE
(coldly) "If this book is causing so much trouble, then it’s better off gone."
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Before anyone could react, she marched over to the fireplace and threw the book into the flames. The others gasped, shocked by her sudden action. The fire crackled as the pages began to blacken and curl.
Charlotte Carmine
(shocked) "Aurora! What are you doing?!"
Aurora D'AMORE
(turning to face them, her expression defiant) "I’m tired of this nonsense, Charlotte. You’re letting some old book control you, making you see things that aren’t real. We’re here, in the present. This book is nothing but a distraction."
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James stood up, looking from Aurora to the fire, unsure of what to say or do. Arthur remained seated, his gaze locked on the burning book, a mix of emotions flickering across his face.
James Carlton
(quietly) "Aurora… that wasn’t your decision to make."
Aurora D'AMORE
(defensive) "I’m just trying to protect us, to protect her! Can’t you see how it’s affecting her? This… obsession with the past, with some story, is tearing us apart."
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Charlotte felt a pang in her chest as she watched the book burn. It was more than just a story; it was a connection to something she couldn’t explain, something she wasn’t ready to let go of.
Charlotte Carmine
(voice trembling) "It wasn’t your choice, Aurora…"
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Aurora crossed her arms, trying to mask her own uncertainty. She hadn’t expected Charlotte to be so affected, but now there was no turning back.
Aurora D'AMORE
"Maybe not. But it’s done now. We need to move on."
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The room fell into a heavy silence, the only sound being the crackle of the fire as the book continued to burn. Arthur finally looked away from the flames, his expression unreadable, but his eyes betrayed a flicker of concern.
Arthur Windsor
(softly) "Maybe we should all take a step back and think about what’s really going on here."
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Charlotte nodded,Aurora’s drastic action had destroyed the physical book, but the memories it stirred within her were still very much alive.
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As the tension in the room simmered down, the awkward silence was broken by the sound of rain pounding against the windows. The storm outside had worsened, and it was clear no one would be leaving anytime soon.
James Carlton
(glancing at the rain) "Looks like the weather’s not giving us much of a choice. We might as well stay here for the night."
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Charlotte, still shaken by what had just happened, managed a small nod. Her parents were away for the weekend, and she didn’t feel like being alone tonight.
Charlotte Carmine
(trying to lighten the mood) "I guess you’re all staying, then. We can set up in the living room. There’s plenty of space."
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Aurora, still standing by the fireplace, hesitated for a moment before reluctantly nodding in agreement. She didn’t want to leave Charlotte and Arthur alone
Aurora D'AMORE
(forcing a smile) "Sure. Let’s make the best of it."
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The group gradually began to relax as they started arranging sleeping bags and blankets around the living room.
Robert knight
(trying to lighten the mood) "So, who’s up for some ghost stories? Or maybe we should just binge some movies until we fall asleep."
Michael knight
(teasing) "Ghost stories? After what just happened? I think we’ve had enough drama for one night, don’t you?"
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As the night wore on, they gathered around, wrapped in blankets, sharing stories and joking around. The storm outside made the night feel cozier, and despite the earlier drama, they began to feel more like themselves again.
Charlotte Carmine
(with a small smile) "Thanks for staying, guys. I… I really needed this."
James Carlton
(sincerely) "We’re here for you, Charlotte. Always."
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Arthur, who had been mostly quiet, gave Charlotte a reassuring nod, his usual serious demeanor softened. Aurora noticed and felt a pang of jealousy but quickly brushed it aside, determined to not let it show.
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As the group settled into the cozy atmosphere, Charlotte unknowingly moved, causing the delicate necklace her grandmother had gifted her to slip off and fall onto the carpet. The small clink was barely noticeable, but Arthur’s sharp eyes caught it. Without thinking, he reached down and picked up the necklace, turning it over in his hand. The intricate design seemed oddly familiar, as if he had seen it before, though he couldn't quite place where.
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Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through his head, forcing him to close his eyes and wince in discomfort. He quickly excused himself, not wanting to alarm anyone.
Arthur Windsor
(holding his head) "I... I need a moment. I’ll be back in a bit."
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As he walked briskly to the washroom, the pain intensified. Inside, he turned on the faucet, splashing cold water on his face, hoping it would ease the throbbing in his temples. But the pain only grew worse, almost unbearable. He gripped the edge of the sink, feeling disoriented.
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Then, all at once, memories he didn't recognize flooded his mind—scenes of a grand wedding, a dark-haired woman wearing the same necklace, and a stern man forcefully placing it around her neck. He could feel the weight of emotions tied to those memories—love, regret, anger, and a deep sense of loss. They were vivid and overwhelming, but they weren’t his memories. They belonged to someone else.
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His reflection in the mirror blurred as another face, familiar yet unfamiliar, seemed to overlap with his own. The man from the memories—the one who had placed the necklace around the woman’s neck—was him. But not him. Arthur could barely breathe as the realization hit him: these were memories of a past life, memories of Charles, the man who had married Catherine.
Arthur Windsor
(whispering to himself, in shock) "This... this can’t be real..."
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He stumbled back from the sink, gripping the necklace tighter. The flood of memories slowed, leaving him with a dull ache in his head and a swirling confusion in his chest. He was still Arthur, but now, he was also someone else. Someone who had lived and loved centuries before.
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Taking a deep breath, he tried to steady himself, his thoughts racing. What was he supposed to do with this? How could he explain it to the others, or even to himself? He wasn’t sure if he was ready to confront what these memories meant, or how they would change everything.
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With shaky hands, Arthur placed the necklace in his pocket, deciding to keep this revelation to himself for now. He needed time to process it, to understand how these past memories fit into his present life.
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When he returned to the living room, the group was still chatting and laughing, unaware of what had just transpired. But to Arthur, everything felt different now, as if the ground beneath him had shifted.
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Arthur's distraction grew as the movie played on, the scenes on the screen fading into the background as his mind drifted to a different time. The memory surfaced vividly, almost as if he were there again.
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He saw a woman sitting on a bed, her posture demure, her head bowed in a gesture of respect or submission. The room around her was dimly lit, the shadows casting a soft glow on her figure. She seemed to be waiting for something, or someone.
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"Your Majesty?" her voice was soft, almost hesitant, and it sent a wave of familiarity through him. He felt an involuntary smile form on his lips, as if this moment was one he had lived before.
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In the memory, he moved closer to her, his hand reaching out to gently touch her hair. The sensation was so real, the silky strands slipping through his fingers, and with it came a rush of emotions—affection, possessiveness, and an overwhelming sense of duty.
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Arthur blinked, snapping back to the present, the movie’s sounds flooding back into his awareness. But the memory lingered, leaving him with a deep unease.
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Arthur, already grappling with the certainty that he was the reincarnation of Charles, felt a heavy weight settle over him. The memory of Catherine, tender yet fraught with unresolved emotions, only solidified this realization.
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