The Rose King
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Last published Wed, Jul 4, 2018
There is a monster at my feet and we must call him King.
King Charles François de Montmorency to be precise.
Butcher of his people.
So proud. So pretentious. And completely ignorant of the fact the world thought him a beast.
And I hated him. Everything he was. Everything he stood for. And his stupid rose petal tea.
So why did he, of all people, have to pick on me? I was nothing more than a merchants daughter trying to make ends meet.
I had no time to start a war against a beast.
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