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'You're a whore!' her mother-in-law informed her. 'A common whore passed around to one man to the other.'
Beatrix sat crying. She had been fucking around the whole city, you'd have her mother-in-law say. The seed of Brad did not take, nor did that of ten other men.
'I am to revenge my sweet husband.' she sobbed.
'By disgracing his name?' Mirt screamed across the manse. 'How very dare you.'
'By presenting an heir,' she made an effort. 'if I can take a babe to court, swear on the holy father, it is his, the King will be compelled to crown him, thus leaving me in charge.'
the lady Mirt sneered. 'They'll take your imposer and shoe you off, if you think they'll leave a whore to rule.'
Beatrix pushed herself up, coming up to an inch to her mother-in-law's face.
'You're a murderess as well,' she barked. 'Killed all your lovers, still warm on your bed, with your legs left open for any men to ravage your cunt.'
Beatrix slapped Mirt across the face.
'guard your tongue, you vile woman.'
Merit spat at her. 'You will burn for that.'
'Not before I get the crown.' she dried up her tears, and let in an other stable boy.
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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...
