I eventually sulked back into the confinements of my room, only to slam the door and slunk over to the spare bed I was occupying.
"Damn him!" I cursed into my pillow.
"How dare he make me feel like this?!"
I continued angrily.
I scowled, and pulled the covers over my head, hellbent on getting some rest.
Unluckily for me, my wish never came true.
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The Song of the Nightingale
FanfictionWhen Arthur hears that the French government has signed a peace treaty that gives Italy and Nazi Germany control over more than half of their country's territory, he rushes to locate Francis. Can romance be found in the ruins of the City of Love, or...
