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Cassandra was at the tailors, fitting on her wedding gown.
'tell me, my sweet one.' her mother said. 'when will it happen?'
Cassandra turned to look at her mother. 'soon, very soon.'
'Good,' she locked hands with Cassandra, grinning as their grand right was unfolding.
'Once the old king dies, we have one more to kill before it is our turn to rule.'
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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...