For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative
Between the Incendiary Night No; the still-proud Princess was not pleased. Not at all! Neither the smell of new-cut grass nor the gleaming, antiseptic operating theatre impressed her, and it was all because he wasnt there. Intellectually, she realized that young Jacqueline, the tawdry, forbidden soldier-lover of her youthful imaginings, had a full life in which he was on a collision course with the High Council itself, and he could not be expected to hold any consideration for the pleasure of one unspeakably godless, barbarian girl. Intellectually, she knew this. And yet
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