Dorayn

Dorayn

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Fantasy
-10 years ago- It was the happiest day of the year for the empire of Rosario. It was the birthday of the kings one and only daughter. Who would have thought that that day would be painted in red. The only thing left from that day was the bloody corpses of the king and queen, the yearning of a boy who has finally gained his freedom but in order for that to happen has lost his best friend, and a girl who has lost everything including her memories... The credit for the photo goes to my friend Elenastripe Might rewrite!!!
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There was a time, not very long ago when we lived in an enchanted world of elegant palaces and grand parties. The year was 1916 and my son Edward was the King of Imperial Aisling.Your grandmother walked in as you were dancing with your parents, the crowd of people around you clapped once all at the same time and then they twirled and clapped twice more.Your grandmother waived, "Hello, darling."We were celebrating the 300th anniversary of our family's rule.Your father picked you up and spun you around, smiled, and looked at your grama, "Papa!" you ran up the staircase up to the thrones.And that night, no star burned brighter than that of our sweet Y/n, my youngest granddaughter. She begged me not to return to Paris, so I had a very special gift made for her to make the separation easier for both of us.You handed her a drawing that you had drawn days before your elder sister said it was ugly but you defied her and still gave it to your grandma."For me? Is it a jewelry box?" Your grandmother held it out to you.In the far-off wings, a young boy about your age, maybe a little older watches your exchange with your grandmother. "James, you belong in the kitchen." Someone reprimanded pulling him away.

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