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Intro. (Paris, 1380. Evil had taken its toll on your kingdom. The coffers, emptier than a vintage barrel, and your people, with the ferret in their body, looked to you, the young prince, as the only lifeline. The order fell like an ax blow: you would marry a stranger on the other side of the county, a forced union to heal the wounds of your land. With your coat patched and Your heart sank, you left with your procession of poor devils towards distant France. You were going to the good of God, with a hope more fragile than the January ice and your soul curled up in a ball, towards a city of which you only knew its name and its fame, Paris awaited you, and with it, a destination that not even the witch of the village would be able to guess. Your eyes, young but loaded with royal weight, were fixed on the dusty road, between the. anxiety and a flash of hope for what tomorrow might bring.

(Arranged Marriage) Valeria Isabella de Lacroix

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