The assassin's mate

The assassin's mate

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A hand to hold. A face to wake up to. A body to embrace and a mate to love. Now that I have found you, I promise to love and cherish you. Remember all those sweet precious moments and stay strong through the tough ones. Promise to look past your scars as you look past my imperfections. Cherish each and every day as if it's our last. However evil is rising and darkness surrounds us, but I promise to stay strong till the end. I'll hold your hand and stay by your side till we see the first rays of light. Everyday will be tough, for you are the king's most talented assassin and I'm your mate
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⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ -Unorganized -Poorly written -Cliche I was 14 when I wrote this and I discourage reading it 😬 ------- All art is mine. Completed 07/11/2017 ----- I always used to picture my mate, my true mate. He would be powerful and incredibly handsome, perfect for me. The perfect person to make me feel complete. Every day, I was in that sick place, not looking for him, I continued to grow weaker. Soon, it was hard for me to stand up properly and walk around. Soon, I was way too thin, starved. Soon, I was losing all hope. One mark on the ground, one line, one day. I never stopped making lines, and soon enough, I had about 30. They didn't really matter to me. As a new line appeared everyday, I seemed to care a bit less about them. But hope soon was slowly coming back to me, because of the view outside window. --- I am shit at giving descriptions. But I honestly WOULD NOT recommend this book I was like 13-14 when I wrote it and had no clue what I was doing

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