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Cassandra met King Philip in the spring of his most fiercest pride just last year.
Her father took her, and his son to the royal palace for such dull affairs.
There she met his grace, and there she poisoned him with a curse that would soon kill the bastard for good.
It seemed it did not take, as the days, weeks, and months carried out without any reports about the king;s health.
It had been crucial for him to die. Not because he had done her wrong, or her mother, or her mother's country, but because he told her he needed to die.
Almost a year later, the news arrived. The king;s health took a quick detour, and he wasn't looking right. In the following months, it was confirmed. The king would die.
And now he did. The letters had just arrived bearing news of this tragic circumstances.
The Queen of scots would be queen after all. That, at first seemed a problem, but he now told her it was quite alright. Soon the Queen would ask the british lords to bend their knees, and which upon her coronation would mean their loyalty was given.
Cassandra intend to go. It would take her, however a full moon to concoct a curse.
He promised her one was coming and gave her the necessary ingredients for a special concoction.
Bubble, Bubble, the cauldron went, as she worked dreadfully around a small room.
The grand right would unfold.
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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...
