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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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The siren's lament (music)

The sun is down and the moon is full. It appears extremely big from up here as if it is right next to them. This makes Edward feel as if he is being accompanied by Boa.

Marguerite has stopped crying, and Edward finally puts her down with a sigh. 

It's about time for them to get serious.

Edward takes the tassel from Marguerite's side and places it on his chains. The silver metal bindings seem to be holding onto something for dear life, but it cannot be seen at present.

Edward knows that this thing is his original body. As if having practised this many times before, he places the tassel onto the place where his hair would be.

A strange white glow illuminates the surroundings and envelops a part of the chains. The originally reddish glow from the chain suddenly loses its valour. As if it rusted away from time, that part of the chain now looks like an old chain from a common dungeon with no value to it.