The day Marie got the news was marked as the day of her death. And why not? It looked like the end. Nothing awaited. No more joy, no more embraces, no more beauty. No love, no sons, no daughters. Casted away but not quite exiled. A sudden burdening blight that her family has to drag along. How can they rid of this weight without losing their Christian decency in the process? Who would take in such a frightful girl? How about a king who is also marked for death? [A Greek tragedy-style short story consisting of few chapters with cohesive time gaps between them | like a compilation of connected one-shots, if you will] [this is a sample. The full story will be on my second account @baudouinette]