The Seven Sons: The Slave
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She had been a slave to the kingdom for a long time, putting up a wall so that not even the other slaves could reach her. There are secrets about the kingdom that most don't know. She had heard that he was like a snake, but maybe it was just a cover to hide him? He lived with his brothers in their kingdom training for the great war and growing restless and not sleeping. He always hid his feelings until his emotionless mask started to crumble in her presence and he let her in. Though she now knows the secret and whats between them; they still have to hide whats between them for it's a forbidden love like most.
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