Where the Compass Leads || Book One || Original story || qΛβΛβ§ΰΌΊββββββ ββ½ β― βΎβ ββββββΰΌ»β§ΛβΛq The once great house of a Southern noble now stands as a monument to decline, its reputation muddy and their coat of arms spat upon. Insults fly through the air like arrows, piercing their once proud name. βYou've got about as much sense as a chambermaid who's been drinking-wait, scratch that. A chambermaid on drink would at least be entertaining, but you're just....dull. And your face-well, it's almost enough to put a man off women entirely.β ...Insults after insults... βYour mannerisms are as queer as your ideas-maybe that's why you can't find a proper mate.β ...No matter how many times... βYou're nothing but a filthy hound, you should've wag your tail and bark for your master. β With every challenges they endured, a question grows louder. What does it mean to thrive? qΛβΛβ§ΰΌΊββββββ ββ½ β― βΎβ ββββββΰΌ»β§ΛβΛq This is my original work so no copying I don't own the pictures All pictures: from Pinterest Trigger warning: β οΈ This story contain may contain some trigger warning β οΈ
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