For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative
Perilous Loves Below the Savage Bedside
Waiting alone in the Red Chamber, remembering its bloody history, with the aristocratic sweet orchard smell wafting in from outside, Mark she who had always seemed so cold! thought once more of Baron Kerry, the only man she had ever really loved. He was now, according to Brother Beth, on a collision course with the High Council itself.
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