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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

Burlesque_Dancer · História
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Cold

Marguerite is sitting in front of the grinning Armel at the dining table slightly irritated. What is he smiling so much for? Just thinking how sad Jurian was last night, she feels the extreme urge of kicking him in the shin, but she restrains herself.

Armel heard it all from one of his spy that oversees the entire palace, it looks like he won the bet. He can only hope that Jurian upholds his promise of exiling himself forever. Marguerite only needs him to be happy, not a third-rate commoner bard with the confidence of a king.

Marguerite sighs. She doesn't know why she can't lift her mood up these days. Her chest has been feeling stuffy lately and she doesn't have much of an appetite. She really hopes it's nothing, she doesn't trust the medical abilities of the people here. They all seem to be living in the middle ages sometimes.

She puts down her cutlery and asks politely to go rest.