'Smile, Al... smile and good things will follow,' is what Selene remembers being her last words when she's yanked into a sprawling room carpeted with velvet and marble pillars reaching up to the high ceiling. A few meters away from her towers a tall blonde with calculating ferocity briefly bleeding through her lilac eyes. Supposedly, she's been summoned by the future Queen to be her lady-in-waiting. Perhaps the world should let her grieve first. [[Part 3 of 'death and I, we go hand in hand']]All Rights Reserved
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