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To Find Edward

Marguerite is oblivious as she folds Arthmael's body into beautiful silhouettes. Following the familiar choreography, she dances relentlessly. Grand Jete! Penche! followed by a series of graceful pas de chats. All concatenated in front of the enthralled emperor. When the music reaches the outro in a full stop, Marguerite falls gracefully on the floor in a pose. She stays there and waits for the king to tell her she can leave. She stays on the ground for a long time but hears nothing from him. Wondering if she did anything wrong, she wants to lift her head to look at the king's face, but quickly remembers the warning he gave her. If she disrespects him any further, who knows what he might do to her. She suddenly feels her chin being lifted, her eyes meet the hazels of Demian. She forgets to breathe and falls from her pose onto the floor. She doesn't have time to regain her senses before two strong arms lift her off the floor. She is about to question him on his weird behaviour when her mouth is suddenly covered by his in a kiss. ------------------------------------------------- Marguerite is very talented. She has a beautiful voice, a great passion for music and various talents in the arts. Unfortunately, her bright future gets compromised when she is forced to leave her world to fulfill the wish of someone else. Marguerite wanting to go home as soon as possible, accepts. However things turn out quite unexpected for her. The cover belongs to the rightful owner. If you are the owner of the art and want me to take it down, DM me on discord burlesque_dancer#2837

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Turmoil

Armel is speeding through the silent battlefield in the castle as blood and corpses leave a trail behind him. His assassins do a good job at finishing the jobs behind him without making a mess. No one is alarmed.

It doesn't take half an incense stick for him to reach the palace hall. No one is there.

"Has he escaped?"

Armel doesn't answer his general and simply walks confidently to a corner of the throne room.

A bunch of idiots. He grew up in this palace, there is nowhere to hide.

He takes the blood off his sword and uses it as ink to trace the secret code. Usually, ink is enough but he doesn't have any at hand.

MONFORT

The code is soon clear as day written on the sky blue walls. Monfort is where his mother was from. His father loved her dearly and created this passage for her just in case her life is in danger. But it didn't save her life in the end.