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~Belinda's POV
I leaned back against the pillows, watching as uncle Fridolf walked out of my chamber. The heavy door closed behind him with a soft thud. For a brief second, my eyes followed the door, wondering what he was really planning. Uncle Fridolf always spoke in half-answers, always with that sly little smile that told you he knew far more than he said.
But then I smirked. Why should I bother worrying? He said he would handle it, and I believed him. Damon could rage, but in the end, I still had someone clever enough to move the strings for me. If uncle Fridolf wanted me to join hands with him, good. I didn't trust anyone else anyway.
I stretched on the bed, letting out a long sigh. My stomach twisted in hunger.
"Guard!" I called, my voice sharp enough to echo against the stone walls.
The heavy door creaked open. The guard Uncle Fridolf brought walked in. He stood straight, solid, like someone who belonged here on his own terms.
