𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬

𝐀 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐲𝐦𝐛𝐨𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲, 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝.

❝𝐓𝐨 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭.❞

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The once great house of a Southern noble now stands as a monument to decline, its reputation muddy and their coat of arms spat upon. Insults fly through the air like arrows, piercing their once proud name.

❝You've got about as much sense as a chambermaid who's been drinking-wait, scratch that. A chambermaid on drink would at least be entertaining, but you're just....dull. And your face-well, it's almost enough to put a man off women entirely.❞

...Insults after insults...

❝Your mannerisms are as queer as your ideas-maybe that's why you can't find a proper mate.❞

...No matter how many times...

❝You're nothing but a filthy hound, belonging to the lowest of them all.❞

With every challenges they endured, a question grows louder. What does it mean to thrive?

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