Requested by -bxauty
Your face was still burning from the kiss she had given your cheek, her kohl lined lips leaving a light lip imprint.
"Thank you, (Y/N). The flowers were beautiful."
Of course, you loved her with all of your heart, and she knew it.
"You know I can't do that right now, (Y/N)! They will see us, and you will be executed!"
She was promised to Mark Antony.
You hated him.
"I will see you again, my Desert Flower. I promise."
That was the last thing she would ever tell you.
You stood infront of her chambers, wondering if you should get in some private time.
You heard a crash.
The door was bashed open by you, and you saw just how bad it really was.
She was dead.
A snake slithered by your feet as you dropped to your knees by her side.
Her flower finally wilted.
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The History Of One-Shots
FanfictionYes, this is exactly what it looks like. Choose a historical figure for me to make a one shot out of! Mostly Male reader unless you got something really good. No Hamilton! I want originality!
