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Post by Soraya de la Cruz on Jul 25, 2011 4:39:25 GMT -5
I nodded. "That is true, though this is Terre d'Ange. It's not the most conventional of places."
I wouldn't think that the Queen would enjoy inheriting a country on the brink of war, with the threat of poison hanging over her head before she really even had the chance to be a ruler.
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Post by Silvana de Lucca on Jul 25, 2011 11:26:47 GMT -5
“It is enough,” I replied. “For myself, I have no greed for power. I leave that to those who wish it, though I have also no taste for them.”
And it was true. Amor was who he was, and that made him King, or would have in other circumstances, but he did not relish it.
If he had, I might have found him much less alluring.
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Post by Soraya de la Cruz on Jul 26, 2011 5:47:43 GMT -5
I nodded, though silently I thought to myself that she should probably enjoy the last vestiges of relative obscurity before she was forced into taking an active role in politics.
We took a turn about the garden, the softness of spring gone from the flowers that were now bright with the latter stages of blooming. "Is it true that the whole city of La Serenissima takes part in the Carnivale?" I knew the subject change was abrupt, but I wanted to get away from the dangerous topic of international relations. And I'd always been curious about foreign festivals.
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Post by Silvana de Lucca on Jul 26, 2011 10:03:57 GMT -5
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