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People all said I was Prince Rolf's favorite person in the world. He had saved me from the mountains after I got hit by an arrow. He had brought me rare treasures and even planted a whole garden of flowers just for me. He had told me he would marry me when the apple blossoms bloomed. I truly believed I mattered more to him than anyone else. Then that female general showed up. She had dragged me with a whip, forced me to cut my own wrists, and told me that I was nothing but a toy. The man who had sworn to protect me for life had held the bowl himself and watched my blood drip into it. He had said, "It is just a bowl of blood. It won't hurt you." That was when I realized I had never been his favorite at all. Later, he had knelt outside my door and begged me to forgive him. He had talked about his reasons and how much he truly cared about me. But by then, I had already remembered the truth. He had been the one who shot that arrow at me.