Ever your faithful servant
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  • Parts 8
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Ongoing, First published Aug 15, 2019
||Miranda Priestly was known for her stoic expressions. Rarely, if ever, did she show her true emotion, her face radiating only a constant state of elegance and disappointment at the world she was born into.

Andrea had never met anyone outside her kingdom before and the fact that it was a lady with graceful gestures and a gaze that could make any young woman fall to her knees before her thrilled Andrea all the more. 

Miranda's interest in the young lady had started to rise, however, when she found a note beside her rosewater in the guest room.

"Ever your faithful servant, Andrea."||

Her Highness Miranda Priestly had fallen for the queen set in stone.

 Andrea had never felt so enthralled in the presence of such a powerful woman before. 

 Tensions between the kingdoms have risen since Her Majesty's death. Andrea has to choose between love or power. Between secrecy and heartache, or a fallen kingdom. 

///A Mirandy fanfic.///
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