I Left The Jester For The King

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airless dark of the

tinct, metallic flick of his lighter,

whispered, rough with exhaustion. "Le

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is tone pragmatic. "You marry her,

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I felt the final strand of my patience fray

itchen smelled of rich

to himself, acting as if the world

brilliant smile that left the muscles around his

, pristine garment bag h

me? To make up

nergy to fight a war I had already

ustom-made by the finest atelier in Ital

The fabric was heavy, cool against my skin.

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his gaze raking over the

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already moving, grabbing

wedding dress," I s

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ence, the heavy silk of the skirt

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one he'd worn this morning. He was kissing her forehea

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hen drawer and took

uminous skirt of

n

ing-a violent crunch

ked at the train until the masterpiece was nothing but ri

white silk, standing in the de

. A text from a

ened

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text f

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the heartbreak. But I felt nothing except a wave

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locked t

setting. I stepped in, scrubbing my skin until it was raw and red

I wrapped a towel around mys

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