Perdita (Lost)

Perdita (Lost)

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, May 31, 2022
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What happened? Where did it all go wrong? There's a word in Latin to describe what he is; Perdita. It means "lost". If ever there was a more fitting word. Can his heart, his very soul, be found? or will he sink ever more in to an unending crevasse? ‐--------------------- Hi everyone! this is my first attempt at an original story. so bare with me! I'm going to try and update it at least semi regularly. Hope you wondrous readers enjoy.
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⚠️ 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐬, 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐦𝐚, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞. 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤. ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ 𝕽𝖊𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙 ✍ 𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒋𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔. 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝒋𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍, 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒕𝒉. 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓. ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ She was never anyone's first choice. Never the one they longed for, never the name whispered in love, never the heart someone ached for. She was just 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞- a replacement, a temporary fix for someone else's absence. When things went wrong, when mistakes needed a scapegoat, the blame always found its way to her. It didn't matter if she deserved it. It never did. And then, 𝐡𝐞 happened. He didn't see her as a substitute. He didn't compare her to ghosts of the past. He loved her- 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 her- like she was the only one who had ever mattered. But with him came a world she had never known. A world of royalty, secrets, blood, and a family whose wounds ran deeper than she could have imagined. And for the first time, she was allowed to be herself. Not the girl who had to be strong. Not the one who had to endure. Not someone merely waiting for the next thing to hu

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