"Each trepid breath that your lungs create, every shudder and every silent plea — I hear. Your heart covets my own...but as do mine. I am yours as you are mine," said he.
Despite Lynette's sobriquet as the Twilight Flower, it does not possess the power she needs in order to wade through the unscrupulous & opulent court of Aeonian. Thereby, she strikes a bargain with the first prince of the Empire and in doing so, she meanders in a world that is embellished in facades, buried secrets & the pestilence that forebodes a brutal cessation.
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