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'I hear there is a boy, nice and lean. Strong and handsome, quite good with a sword.' the song went. Harry knew it well. He wrote it. about a boy he knew. Handsome he was, with blonde curls, beaten gold his hair was, fair and thick, long to his collar. His skin; white like the freshest snow. Harry sighted. Where was he now? He did not know. Far away by now he was sure. But he must forget him, he were to be a King. Harry sighted again. He needed to find a Queen.
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Life Recreated
RomanceWhen the most powerful man on the earth falls deadly ill, with no heirs to take his place; his crown is to be given to one of his closets relative. The Duke of Pessline South. But when the Duke, unexpectedly gets murdered, the successor is inconclus...
