Well Deserved
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MatureComplete Thu, Oct 24, 202419m
Elizabeth is a prestigious woman with high standards, but the Renaissance era didn't allow women to fully pursue their ambitions and intellectual interests. Despite this, Elizabeth rocked the era like a boss, making contributions that humanised society more than a puppy in a park full of grumpy squirrels. She used her intelligence and wit to dodge the limitations placed on women, but not until she found the love of her life who suddenly betrayed her by marrying her sister! Plaguing an entire nation after a heartbreak? Seems fitting enough!
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