He felt shattered and hopeless. Everything, everyone, even the sun, looked bleak to him. A thorn had been planted deep in his heart, and he knew not how to remove it.
He had put the thorn there himself. He had loved the monarch dearly, and he had allowed his love to consume him. Until none of him was left but hope of having that person once again.
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The King is a Woman (Crepusculum)
General FictionMen of the Haven Sanctum, you only have two purposes. And that is first: to attend to Her Majesty, make sure her fleshly desires are satisfied, and her mood is always vibrant. And second, to give your seeds and plant them in Her Majesty's honored wo...
