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She creased her brows as she thought carefully. Quick and smart, Naya shunned her thoughts behind the stony door of her heart and locked it up that she bore a rigid gaze to confront Kristin,

 "Whether the situation is tough or easy or whatever it could be...what does that have to do with me... Why would you stood before me with such blazing eyes as if..."

Naya paused when Lyron suddenly shoved his hand upon hers. She wagged her eyelashes at Kristin detestably before she took a pure breath into her lung. Immediately, Lyron walked Naya away but Crown Princess Kristin stopped them with blank utterance,

"It means the girl will die if she had carried Oran and you could be a prove to how she had carried her."