A Court To Divide And Conquer
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Last published Fri, Aug 18, 2017
A 'Court of Thorns and Roses' series fanfiction
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'Love for her was the only thing Azriel knew when he looked at her lovely features, her golden hair. He didn't understand why she always rejected him, but he was scared to know the truth of why. Imagine that! The number one Spymaster in all seven courts, a great battle commander, a strong and overall handsome young male - scared of a female!!! But... Azriel couldn't find his breath when he looked at her, and his strength gave out when her skin brushed his by accident. Sadly, that's the only time she touches him: when she has no choice BUT to. The problem was simple, really, but he just didn't know the answer: How would he win his true-love, the Morrigan, without putting them both in danger in the process?? How could he turn her cold indifference into something tangible, something he could grasp and the mold into something he could actually work with?? How could he make Mor fall in love with him???
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