the kingdom i dreamt of
- Leituras 166
- Votos 1
- Capítulos 14
this story contains mature and difficult to read content. please practice the act of self-care before, during, and after reading this book.
this is a collection of poetry regarding a princess turned prisoner turned queen. although the poetry can be read as a standalone, it does follow a plot that is divided into seven different sections that go in order. it can be hard to understand certain poems if one hasn't read the previous ones.
each section contains a lot of poems. it is more difficult to separate the pages in this book because i would have over one hundred chapters if i separated each poem. instead, the sections are grouped together (hence the small number of parts)
this work is completed and completely edited. depsite it being completely edited, if you find any structural or grammatical errors, comment to let me know so I can fix something i may have overlooked.
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