For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative
Verdant Encounters Below the Ebony Lairs
Waiting alone in the full knowledge that her fate was now sealed, with the untamable, uncivilized scent of almond blossoms and frangipani wafting in from outside, Lady Mindy thought once more of Narcissus, the one person left who could help her. He was now, according to Reggies shocking revelation, away again on safari.
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