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She has no idea what on earth has gotten into her.
Since when is she capable of showing interest in anyone? When did she become a slave to feelings ? Blood and brutality, that's how she was raised, her one purpose to serve the Matron, her grandmother.
Lately, though, things had changed. Dorian… she wasn't quite sure what the princeling had stirred in her, wouldn't dare name it, but it's unlike any feeling she's ever known. She doesn't know anything- who she is, where she belongs. She only knows she's the Crochan Queen, and this thing with Dorian? She wants more.