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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 vile gift part 3

Marguerite comes back from her domain once the morning shines bright outside. She doesn't bother to talk to Áine. Her initial admiration and worship have long turned stale. Now she feels indifferent, maybe slightly grateful. In any case, she doesn't feel that they have much in common after all, besides her unending beauty, her tough composure and vast knowledge, she doesn't feel there is anything to admire her for. She was just mesmerized by the novelty of mystical creatures.

She knows Áine will leave her, but she doesn't care. She doesn't have any more use for her, Edward is nowhere to be found, Alphonse has been successfully satisfied and she is about to start her life with Armel. Who cares about the rest?

Marguerite walks up to the bathroom, she showers and prepares to go outside. The best thing she can hope for now is for all this to be over.