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Ndwhitney
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It was 7 years ago that my father died leaving me an orphan, but I have never felt more alone than tonight. The funny thing is I have never been... less alone. There are hundreds of people in this house, all of them awaiting my order. With a snap of my fingers I could bring in a servant from the corridor. But they can't help me, no one can. My people are going to die, and I am the only one who can save them. It was just an hour ago that Mordecai, my cousin, disappeared from my window. I don't know if I can do what he asks of me. How can I put my life in the hands of a man I hardly know? A man I call my husband, and my king. How did I get here? I always imagined I would live a normal Jewish life, marry a good, Jewish man , have some children. Even now I wish I were back home, in a peasant bed, my bed. I remember when they came, they took all the girls. I was so afraid, but I never dreamed I would be chosen. Perhaps, this is God's plan, perhaps I was brought here for such a time as this.