“I WILL NOT MARRY HIM!” Helena shouted, “I will not be that Christian's whore, or bear him Christian sons, I would rather slit my own throat!“ She grabbed the small knife sitting next to her plate of untouched food, holding it to her throat for added effect.
Gramps doesn't have much time. It up to me to insure his ascension. It was time to set the record straight, and take him back home.
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