After months of waiting in the lonely mire of medieval England, the elated young Duke finally received word from his distant beloved. A letter; a reply, no doubt, to the words he’d sent out many moons before, delivered via carrier pigeon.

He opened it with haste.

‘Mmm… then what, baby?’

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  1. Great way to leave the reader hanging lol…Thank you for sharing

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Felix is a guy who isn't actually a writer, but calls himself one when he wants to try to impress gullible people.

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