La Reine Rouge
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Last published Tue, Mar 10, 2020
Marie est la jeune reine de France, la nouvelle France s'accordant au Nouveaux Mondes. Nous sommes en 2230, il y a environ 2 siècles, des révolutionnaires ont réinstaures la monarchie dans le monde. Enfin c'est ce que l'on raconte aux enfants.
Marie a 16 ans et vient juste d'être couronnées reine à la mort de ses parents. Néanmoins elle ne gouverne pas lson pays, dirigé par son régent, Jean. Elle vit dans son palais de Paris aisément mais détestant cette vie.
Rahim lui a 18 ans et depuis qu'il est petit il fait partie des Mains Noirs, organisation terroriste qui s'active a vouloir détrôner les rois et reines du Monde en les tuant. Son unité, dont il est chef, se situe a paris.
Quelques péripéties vont les menés a se rencontrer, le coup de foudre. Mais entre trahison, ennemi et interdit cela va vite déraper.
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