To them, it was in the year of X793. In reality, it was the matter of yesterday, today and tomorrow, of here and elsewhere. *** Sting emerges from a night steeped in debauchery alongside Sabertooth's new waitress. He harbors a great interest in her; in her nacre hair, he sees the shadow that caresses him in the dark, and in her vanilla scent, he senses the taste of sin. Yet, Blanche is playing him. She hides her still-mysterious designs behind her graceful smiles. Thrilled by the silvery sound of jewels, she takes greater pleasure in adorning herself in gold and wrapping herself in luxurious fabrics: she is a renowned thief. Much more than that, she schemes the seizing of a power so dangerous that it threatens Ishgar and their entire world, a power so dangerous that it is said to be forbidden... The Tigers' master must stop her; she must flee him. *** This fic is a translation of my original work which is in french, english is not my first language, please read mindfully ! :)
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