The King's Destined Love
I was his violin, and he was the violinist, I had to play to his tune.
Tears stung at the corners of my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I couldn't cry, I had to suppress everything.
“How about a little deal,” he mused smoothly while playing with his hand. “When your dear friend calls you, you are going to tell him that you don't ever want to see him again, do you understand?” His eyes were daring as he looked into my stormy eyes. I shook my head, causing him to raise an eyebrow. “Really? Well, maybe you will understand better when I tell everyone who you really are.” My eyes flew wider as I shook my head furiously. “Oh, yes! What was that story your father used to tell us? Remember wha
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