Jessica Robinson
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In the end, I overdid it. Not only did I finish the stack of papers Alexander left for later, but I also allocated some funds for the school I've just started. I wrote a public letter I'll publish in a newspaper, as soon as I open one. The funds for that are ready, the laboratory for the first few copies as well. I only lack a couple of journalists that will write the articles. For now, it will be a weekly with four pages, nothing more than that. I need a chief editor for anything more than this,…-
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The High Priestess now wants to talk with me alone. She turns to my Duke and waits for him to excuse himself, but it doesn't happen. I'm sure Alexander's motives are slightly different than mine were a few minutes ago. However, he doesn't want to leave my sight. ?Whatever,? the Priestess mutters. She looks at me and crooks her mouth. I haven't told Alexander about the dreams yet. I was afraid he would think I'm weird. Which made me realise that he can be understood about why he kept everything…
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After telling me his most dark secrets, Alexander's behaviour changes quite a bit. First of all, he becomes happier. Seeing that I won't run away just because of his supposed first tragic life, he relaxes. He has always smiled a lot to me. Yet, these last few days, his every grimace has been more sincere. There isn't any need to hide anything since it can't be worse than what I've already heard and accepted. Thank goodness, I'm believing in it as well. My weird dreams have intensified as if…
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The eighth night is full of stories about our child. On one side, I'm curious to hear from him. On the other, I can feel Alexander's desperate tone. He wants to meet our son again. But then, why did he destroy our future together? The way Alexander describes the little bun with incredible blue eyes makes me smile a couple of times. He talks a lot, so much that his throat becomes sore somewhen late into the night. I just lie next to him, my head on his chest and my eyes half-closed. It's so…
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The fifth night turns out exactly like the fourth. My Duke starts reciting the poem as if it was the first time, and I end up burning just like yesterday. On the sixth night, I don't leave him time to manipulate me. I just jump on him and do the work before he can open his mouth and recite that damn my dear wife. His face is surprised at first, but he soon understands the benefits. And he drags me down under the sheets. After all, we won't be able to continue like this forever. The baby will…
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It takes Alexander several nights to tell me the whole story. The first night, he just blabbers random events from what he calls his first life. I can't understand a thing, but I let him talk it out. His head is bowed, and his shoulders dropped. He feels scrutinised under my careful watch, but I can't move my eyes away from him. All I can think of is that he indeed is crazy. Not in a bad way, though. He doesn't want to kill anyone. He doesn't need anything special to soothe his temper. He's…
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The morning after, I woke up hearing my wife's songs. I just lied in bed, listening to her in silence, until she noticed me. I smirked at her, in secret displeased that she stopped singing for the shock. We spent the day together. I observed her morning routine and counselled her about the dress to choose; I drank her bitter tea and observed the way she applied some makeup on her face; I talked with her about serious matters, like her lady in waiting and official duties. The day before, I…
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My plan to sleep next to my wife without touching her failed without delay. While lying down, I found a topic to discuss without the risk of reaching dangering conclusions. I asked Thea about the paintings. I had seen a couple of her works that same day, and they were absolutely horrible. It was amusing how someone as extraordinary as my Queen could be that bad at anything. Seeing her trivial failure reminded me that she was human, not an invincible machine. Yet, the way she tried to turn the…
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I couldn't see her yet because I was still kissing her neck. ?Theodora,? I whispered, tightening my hold. ?Oh, Theodora...? As a result, a shiver ran through her spine, and she reacted to my clench. Her back arched again as she moved her hips and accompanied me to that journey towards heaven. Only at the end, I realised that it hadn't been so pleasurable to her. A stain of blood appeared on the nightgown and bedsheets, and she snuggled up as soon as I rolled off. She turned her back to me, her…
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Thea was similar to how I remembered her, but her girlish body hadn't yet developed into the shapes of a grown woman. She was younger than when I first met her. My left hand had already found its way to her thigh, and I untied the ribbon of the nightgown to see the skin of her shoulders. Her head was turned to the door, even though her eyes were closed. She was still thinking about Pericle barging in, about the effects of his intrusion... ?Don't get distracted,? I said after biting her right…
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