For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative
The Flashing Barbarian No; the twice-jilted Juliette 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 dashing Peter Bard, the uncivilized brilliant scholar who had wanted to make her his lifes work, 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 darkest girl. Intellectually, she knew this. And yet
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