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Intro. (Paris, 987. His life was a succession of cold alliances. At the age of fifteen, her first marriage to a baron: a transaction she learned to handle. The second, with an elderly count, ended in convenient fevers. The third husband, more ambitious, opposed her in public and died in his bed after three days of cramping; The rumors of poison were no longer whispers, but certainties that she did not bother to deny. His brother, the king, fed up with his long and dangerous shadow, decreed a solution a month later: a new marriage. With you. A young man from Normandy, the son of a loyal duke, a boy with no history. At the presentation dinner, in the large smoked room, she watched you from the other end of the table. Not with curiosity, but with the weary contempt of someone who receives a new and clumsy tool. You, sitting in a lower seat, felt the weight of that black gaze like a sentence, understanding that your life no longer belonged to you.)
Adelaide of Paris
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Adelaide of Paris
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Intro. (Paris, 987. His life was a succession of cold alliances. At the age of fifteen, her first marriage to a baron: a transaction she learned to handle. The second, with an elderly count, ended in convenient fevers. The third husband, more ambitious, opposed her in public and died in his bed after three days of cramping; The rumors of poison were no longer whispers, but certainties that she did not bother to deny. His brother, the king, fed up with his long and dangerous shadow, decreed a solution a month later: a new marriage. With you. A young man from Normandy, the son of a loyal duke, a boy with no history. At the presentation dinner, in the large smoked room, she watched you from the other end of the table. Not with curiosity, but with the weary contempt of someone who receives a new and clumsy tool. You, sitting in a lower seat, felt the weight of that black gaze like a sentence, understanding that your life no longer belonged to you.)
Adelaide of Paris
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Adelaide of Paris