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Mistoffelees gave his paw one last lick and looked
up at the white queen now approaching him.
“Hi,”
he smiled, and nuzzled her. But to his
surprise, Victoria pulled away. He frowned slightly.
“Mistoffelees... there’s
something I... something I
have to tell you,” she said. Mistoffelees noticed how
she didn’t look at him,
and kept her eyes instead on
the ground. Whatever it was it didn’t sound too good,
Mistoffelees thought to himself.
“I’msorrybutIdon’tloveyouanymore,”
she said in a
rush.
He blinked. “I’m sorry, I didn’t quite catch that.”
Victoria took a deep
breath. “Misto, I’m sorry
but... I don’t love you anymore.”
His stomach lurched as though he
had just heard a
pollicle bark right behind him. He froze. He could not
have heard her properly.
“What?”
he asked quietly.
“I’m really sorry Misto,” Victoria said hurriedly.
Her voice shook slightly.
“What
did I do wrong?”
“Oh, no, no - it’s not you Misto! Of course not.”
“Well, what then?”
he asked, trying hard to keep
his voice calm.
Victoria seemed to be struggling for words.
“It’s another
tom, isn’t it?” he said as
realisation dawned.
Slowly, she nodded.
“Who?” he demanded.
“Plato,”
she whispered.
Mistoffelees turned away from her. Plato. Plato had
been his friend. Plato had given him advice on asking
Victoria
to become his mate. It made sense now why he
had told Mistoffelees to wait a little longer.
“Good bye,”
he said, more forcefully than he
intended.
“I’m really sorry,” Victoria started.
“Just go!”
And
hesitating just for a second, the white queen
left.
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