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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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Marguerite takes it upon herself to smile to each and every one of the ministers present. The smile has an odd feeling of intimidation and oppression to it. She looks into their eyes as if reading their every thought. The foreboding feeling her smile bears is almost unendurable.

Armel also looks sternly at the ministers. Everyone present remains in silent oppression, not moving nor uttering a sound. As if an invisible hand has taken hold of their liver and threatened to squeeze it if they as much as breathe.

The silence is long and heavy, the tension palpable.

Then Marguerite takes out her parchment and ruler, startling everyone except Armel who simply smiles at her small yet strong figure.

She walks down from her elevated seat and places the drawing on the table.

It's a blueprint that depicts a combine harvester