“Do you know how the gossip mongers refer to you? They are out there at this moment whispering amongst themselves… that you are the heir to a throne of nothing… nothing but failure. It is woven into your destiny that you prove them wrong.”
↳ “i wish to talk with him more and to see what lies beneath those calm waters, to hear him speak freely and openly… and perhaps i, too, will be able to bare my soul to him and share the demons that have plagued me all these years.”
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