His Queen
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Last published Mon, Jun 3, 2024
He made a mistake, he never makes mistakes
Maybe,If she didn't go to the event
Maybe, if she wasn't drawn to his looks
Maybe, if she had just minded her business...
She can barely take care of herself so how can she handle a whole Kingdom that even the weakest person there is more powerful than her
Everything that happened that night was just a crazy coincidence...
...or anything was it?
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