In the depths of the bower
a dagger to drain and a brimming
cup to poison a life, and
a queen and a mistress,
a death to come. O
fair Rose of the World,
no love of a distant king
can save you from
having to choose between
what Eleanor
holds in her hands.
08.07.2023
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