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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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Adatte

Adatte has finally arrived at DaLan. She looks left and right to the beautiful scenery. Every time she sees it, she feels mesmerized all over again as if it were the first time.

The beautiful scenery and people with colourful clothing walking passed, giving her this enthralling feeling of being in a foreign land.

She remembers the first time she came here. Back then she was surrounded by many daughters of the nobility, and back then her father was still a respected duke.

The people she thought were her friends would compliment her, jump around excitedly with her as they watch the odd but interesting new things around them.

They would grab her arm and pull her to visit all the stores and fun events.

Then, she met Marguerite. Back then she was known as Isolde. She always thought it was a name that didn't suit her.

Her face was shy and innocent, her smile was like a flickering candle struggling to stay lit in a windy dark cave.