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016: All Kingdom Faire
VictoryAnne ViceOh my, Orion has it bad.
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Reclaiming My Beloved Dragon Prince 021: Fallen Star
[Carnelia] Primus. Red ribbons of blood stream from his neck as he rapidly descends from the dais, his white tunic fluttering around him like broken wings. "Shift, damn it!" I shout as I run forward, clawing my way through the crowd. "Primus!" Maybe it is because my heart is beating so rapidly that in comparison it seems like the world is slowing down around me as I continue to rush forward. Everyone seems to stop as I focus on my falling mate. These next few seconds are critical. If he hits bottom, Primus will not survive the fall--it is a great height and he is already injured. He will die, but his suffering at the hands of the Luxandrian queen will finally come to an end. If I catch him and keep him safe, he will live but also suffer--because I am already watching him suffer, and if he is also injured and weak, his suffering will likely be greater, because he will no longer have the strength or will to fight back. I can not watch him fall. I refuse to let him die. Even i
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Reclaiming My Beloved Dragon Prince 023: Traitor to The Crown
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[Carnelia]There is a monster in the room. Something so dark and twisted and strange my brain cannot understand it. It walks on two legs, but the legs move unnaturally and make a weird whirling sound with every step. It has two arms, but they seem disproportionately short compared to the rest of the body. It has a hunched-over back but seems to be looking from up high.And when it speaks, it sounds like something from a nightmare of some place dead and hollow."Let's get her hooked up and into the tub," it said as soon as it saw me standing there, next to Primus' prone, injured form. The creature and its assisting soldiers do not care that my body is frozen in shock, mortified as I see what they have done to my poor husband's body. It doesn't try to help me understand before it starts the procedure. A guard is instructed to hold me down while another places this strange contraption of wires and tubes over my mouth. My eyes widen in pain as they continue to insert tubes with no warning
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