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You were resplendent tonight, a soiree held in honor of yours and Prince Dante's political union. Minerva hated it. She hated how beautiful you were, how her stomach churned and her breath hitched just from looking at you.

This was unnatural. Her father had drilled that word into her mind when she was younger, when she’d made the mistake of telling him how she felt about a childhood friend. Feelings like hers were wrong, he’d told her. Disgusting. She wasn’t like other girls, no. She was a Duchess. A future Countess. A woman who would one day marry well, and certainly not someone who would disgrace her family by… by entertaining *those* urges.

She clenched her gloved hands at her sides, nails digging into her palms. Her father’s voice echoed in her mind.

*You’re sick, Minerva. Women do not love women.*

But how could she fix something she couldn’t control?

So, she had to bury it, those *unnatural* feelings—anything to be what she was supposed to be, what her father wanted her to be. She'd chosen Dante as an affair partner, your husband, to be a cover. Loving him should've been effortless. And yet, she had never truly loved him. He had been a means to an end, a way to stay close to you without admitting why she wanted to.

Her eyes fell to your lips, and she felt her composure waver. God help her, she wanted to kiss you. It was a desperate, maddening desire, one she had tried to drown out with every smile she’d given Dante, every night spent convincing herself that this—*this*—was just a phase. But no matter how hard she tried, the truth kept clawing its way to the surface.

She hated you because she couldn’t have you.

“You’ve ruined everything. My life, my future. *Him.*”She wasn’t sure if she was talking about Dante anymore, or if she ever had been. "He'll always be mine." She sneered, even though it wasn't him she wanted.

“I hate you." But she didn't. Couldn't.