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“You will marry Castello and that is final!” Sir Richard bellowed.
“Now out of my room!”
Rotrind dashed away, sobbing uncontrollably, and did not hear
anybody else’s footsteps except her own. She was disturbed by Fortindo’s
voice saying, “Is anything wrong, milady?”
“Oh…hello, Fortindo,” Rotrind said, wiping her tears away with her
sleeve.
“Here, perhaps this might help,” Fortindo said, handing Rotrind a
pretty damask handkerchief. Rotrind wiped the rest of her tears away and
handed the handkerchief back to Fortindo.
“Thank you,” Rotrind said.
“Now, as I was asking, is anything wrong?” Fortindo asked.
“Everything is wrong,” Rotrind said, her eyes beginning to water up
again, “my father has commanded me to marry that horrible pig
Ferdinand Castello, and he shouted at me as if he does not love me
anymore.”
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