A toast to strength[canvas]

A toast to strength[canvas]

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A thief named Micah, or the Hero of the slums, maybe even the Villain against the bourgeoisie, or rather someones son, friend or brother? He was called many things by many different people, seen as many different things, and most the time, not seen as human. You follow his life which takes a turn for the worst when Vesopian Knights finally capture the Villain which tormented the streets of the capital Lumington day in and day out. Do you think this would end as well as a heroes story?
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"Are you sure you're one of the girls? You seem like a spy to me. Are you spy, Arabella?" My name rolled of his tongue perfectly and I stood completely still as he took another step closer to me. "You know, it's my job to eliminate spies." "Eliminate me huh? I'd like to see you try." I was surprised by my response, just as much as he was, and he raised one of his perfectly shaped eyebrows at me. "Is that a challenge? I like a challenge." *** I never wanted any of the lives set out for me. Unfortunately in the new world where the monarchy has taken over, there was never a choice for a girl like me. At 18, I'm forced to leave the academy. It's a horrible place where young girls are groomed to become the perfect wives, and yet it's the only home I've ever know . Now I'll either become a human incubator, breeding children for the kingdom, or sold at auction to a man who would make me his wife and slave. Little did I know I would become a chosen one. Forced to compete in the coming-of-age competition to win the heart of the Prince and the crown. All were terrible fates, but only one included him. ___________________________________________ - completed - Mature sexual content Cover credits go to Devilishwritings

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