The Shadow Queen

The Shadow Queen

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The King would die tonight, there was no stopping it. As he lay on his death bed the last moments of life slipping away from him King Francis focused on his wife Queen Adeline and ached for the life together they were never destined to share. In the last bitter moments of the life of her love Adeline would commit a dark betrayal that would change the world for all time. This is a tale of love, truth and fighting not just for what you want but who you truly are. This is the Shadow Queen.
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November nights are especially stricken with melancholy, as if the ghosts of all winter past come rushing to haunt her heart. She was a captive of her love, her desire, and her dreams. There's always a special quality to the loneliness of dusk, a sorrowness more infectious than the night. She had earned his trust. She had never strayed, betrayed, abandoned. She'd been stalwart, true, loving. To her, he was her everything. But to him, she was only a secret. He was a prince and she was merely his lover. • Dismount your high horse. come take claim of the girl you ruined. Come lay eyes upon the desolation you left in your wake. Do you not hear the devil at your shoulder sharpening his daggers? He sits heavy on your subconscious. Dauntingly smirking at me from afar. Enough of his wretched sins, speak to me with your eyes and perhaps somewhere, some day, at less miserable times, we may repent. In the arms of dusk.

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