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He called her his Lady Python in the dark, his thumb tracing the frantic pulse at her jaw. She didn't know yet that her father's war was over, and she was the prize.
Russia: Moscow January 16, 2025 A massive, imposing palace stands tall... the residence of Zachariah Dowe. Zachariah Dowe, the King of Russia... a man who could make even Death itself taste its own
"Good morning, darling..." Monika untied the blindfold from Crystal's eyes. As the harsh sunlight hit her face, Crystal squinted, eventually seeing a tall, slender woman standing before her. She was
Zack: "Everyone, leave us alone..." He pulled Crystal closer to him. Crystal: "What are you doing? Let go of me!" Zack: "I’m never letting you go. I’m going to—" Before he could finish, Crystal pl
As they entered a massive White Palace, Crystal was stunned. It was truly a marvel—servants stood everywhere, and a giant chandelier hung from the ceiling. Zack: "Freed, tell the staff to get my room