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i thee wed

→ by @justanotherwannabeclassic

Emma read over the letter again, her fingers
tracing the edges of the parchment. She sat cross-legged in her bed, various
letters spread out before her, all written by the man who held her heart – her
husband. Only not. It was well past midnight, her bedchambers illuminated only
by the candles she had scattered around and the moonlight wafting through the
paned window.

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