She walks into the banquet room of the Château de Versailles feeling out of place Such a refined lady with skin as soft as a doe’s coat Pearls that dangle above her swan-like neck Eyes so tranquil, flutter like butterflies in a garden A woman who floats from room to room unaware of everyone’s presence [...]

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I woke up, startled out of sleep. My dreams haunting me, they were always of her. The way her hair fell against her slender shoulders, the way her hips swayed when she walked. My feet hit the cold cement floor, reminding me that I was hiding. Hiding from everyone. I walked across the room, towards [...]

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