The King's Broken Mate
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Have you ever had an image for your future, your dream of an amazing career, a house with a white picket fence? Okay, the white picket fence is maybe an exaggeration, but I had a vision for my future and it all came to halt in a matter of seconds. I am broken. I am weak. I have no clue how I am going to survive.
I am Human and he is the King...
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