The Princess Personal Knight

The Princess Personal Knight

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DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. My beliefs and opinions doesn't affliated with the LGBTQ community. I write to have fun. Just correct me if there's wrong. Don't read this story if you're a close minded person. This story is a rainbow! Enjoy reading! Date posted: Finished: THIS MAY CONTAINS LOOPHOLES, TYPOGRAPHICAL AND GRAMMATICAL ERROR. SO PLEASE BARE WITH ME. I AM STILL LEARNING AND IMPROVING :) Enjoy reading!
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[GxG] "I found the assistant." she said with her eyes fixed on the CV. "That's great! You finally found the perfect one for the job!" Wren pressed her lips together and closed her eyes then released a heavy sigh, reopening her eyes. "Why am I getting the feeling that you aren't happy about this?" She looked at Emily and handed her the CV. Emily looked at her confused then took it with her eyes set on Wren's but then she shifted them to the CV and her mouth reacted by being opened and so were her eyes. "No, no, no, no, no. Wren, come on... tell me you are joking about this and this isn't real." She put it aside and placed her palms on the desk, leaning forward to Wren who was running her finger over her lips, thinking. "She can't be... not this one. Not this woman."

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