Hell was not a pit of fire and brimstones.
Hell was waking up alone, the sheets
wet with your tears and your seed,
knowing the woman you dreamed of
would never come back to you
- Lisa Kleypas
Bitter tears streamed down his cheeks as he tossed a handful of dirt on the wooden casket. A look of pure revulsion etched across his face as he gazed at the composed look of his ally. There was but one thought in his head, ''If Only.''
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If Only...
Historical FictionTatiana, a Grand Duchess of Russia is promised in marriage to the Prince of Wales. At the age of ten, she sails from her homeland to England to learn the customs of the land of which she is to be queen. Years later, the alliance is revised with Spai...
