The Red Queen
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Last published Mon, Aug 26, 2019
"If you do not really love me I will behead you."
He smirked, "No need to worry 'bout me, your Majesty. All those corpses weren't for nothing."
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The young queen was ecstatic to be crowned, along with her handome lover by her side and her reliable left hand man. It all seemed perfect. Until she finds out that her life will be anything but. She find that she is utterly unready, not that she'd admit it, to face these unexpected turn of events. Pandora swears THIS was definitely NOT what she expected in her queenhood.
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