A Song of Roses

A Song of Roses

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In the year 1788, 19 year old Princess Anna Rios has been arranged by her parents to marry a prince from a neighboring kingdom, Prince William Villefort. She knows he has a bad reputation, being arrogant and womanizing, but her parents refuse to consider her protests. The princess does not want to marry the prince and resolves to resist any attempts he might make towards her, despite the fact that he is charming and handsome. She will stay true to herself and not fall for his tricks. This is a work of fiction. any similarities to persons living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Written by Meriem. Copyright © 2024 All rights reserved.
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My hand lifts without permission, hovering just short of the canvas. Not touching-God, even I know better-but close enough that it feels like heat radiates from the paint. "...Antonio?" Diego's voice is wary. I don't answer. I can't. I'm staring at her the way men stare at omens. "Diego," I whisper, "who is she?" Diego steps beside me, eyes widening. He whistles low. "She's... wow. She's-" "I know." "Antonio," he says, putting a hand on my shoulder, "you look deranged." "I feel deranged." He laughs, then cuts himself off when he sees I'm not joking. My pulse is hammering. I don't even know this girl's name, and yet something in me is clawing forward, hungry, fierce, desperate. I don't believe in fate. I don't believe in destiny or signs or prophecies or whatever nonsense my tutors preached when I was a boy. But looking at her- I almost do. "She's the Princess of Prussia," Diego finally says, reading the tiny plaque at the bottom. "Victoria." Victoria. The name hits like a strike to the chest.

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