CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIVE 

MELISSA'S POV.

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I was there again, walking in the shadow, stealing across the dark dungeons. The guards were all snoring, after sharing cakes given by me, eating them happily, without even thinking. 

She was awake, with tears streaming down her face. Her mascara had been miserably smudged down her face with her tears, and her makeup utterly ruined. 

She was nothing, but pathetic.

She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't even notice me approaching her, until I stood in front of her. 

“Celia.” I called, and she finally looked up. 

“Lady Melissa!” She crawled forward to the bars of her cell,...