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❝What if you are the villain in someone else's story?❞ In a world that was ruled by Kings and Queens, they were the thorn of flower crowns, stain on the silver sword. They were born as equals and raised as nemeses. They were the royal dolls and warrior weapons. They were the drought of yieldance, the breeze of shadow. They were rulers of their own world, covered in darkness and blood. They were the last air inhaled, the first cry of compunction. They were tantamount, they were diversified. Atrociousness of beauty, the elegance of wicked. They were expected of unexpectedness. They were the last of the overthrown nation and they were abandoned in Labyrinths of Ariadne. © 2017, all rights reserved to RSB.
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