His Kaiserin
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He called her , 'his love' , the empress of his Kingdom . He want her love , her soul ,her every emotion just for himself. He was void of any mercy , remorse or kindness. He turned his back from her tears , her pain and her pleadings. The story of a innocent soul who get captured in the cage of " the Kaiser." The book which was written with the blood , tears and screams of "His Kaiserin."
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