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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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Johannes

Marguerite lays there, eyes vacant, her heart empty of any soul. Armel stands a little further on the side, looking at her in hope that she may find it in her heart to return the longing gaze he throws at her.

Armel knows he has made a mistake, it was his mistake to take away her child after she had bonded with him. He should have taken him from her before she could even lay her eyes on him after birth. 

He thought that he was being merciful by leaving him with her for a few years, but he was being cruel. Much crueller than he wanted.

Now Marguerite lays there with empty eyes all day, not caring about anything anymore. It has been many months, in the past, she would have at least had the strength to throw stuff at him in anger.

But now, she doesn't even seem to notice when he touches her. She is like a frozen statue, frozen in time and frozen in space.