For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative…

Forbidden, Inchoate Love in the Shadows
by Reggie Nelson

   Waiting alone in the study, by the fiercely-staring portrait she so loathed, with the pagan, quotidian smell of new-cut grass wafting in from outside, the still-proud Princess thought once more of Doctor Xavier, the man who had taught her how to feel. He was now, according to Countess Gillian, dancing away the hot Rio nights with the sultry Jacqueline.
   Abruptly, came a peal of mighty bells, and she whirled around. He was here! “Come to me, Diaphanous One!” he rumbled with his eyes (for his voice was now silent for ever).
   Just then, the music in her heart rose to a new crescendo of happiness, and as he excitedly began to show her his plans for the villa they were to share, she took a moment to plan some of the details of their pre-nuptial agreement.

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