Chapter 110 THE QUEEN WITHOUT A THRONE

ROXANNE’S POINT OF VIEW.

My nails dug into my palms, creating crescent moon shapes as I bit my lip angrily. I stared at my uniform with disdain; the plain colours meant for the scholarship kids felt like salt on an injury as I tried my hardest not to scream.

My name is Roxanne Lemaire; my grandmo...

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