The other day I was feeling desperate in love, I hope you know the feeling...it is a hopeless torturous feeling, especially when you are far from the one you love, such as I. This is called "To my Cesar", and will be in my next book.
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I am my Princes guard, and his serving love; ever anticipatory of his hand
extended forth, and his ardor sent upon me as the sun. To be without my Cesar is
the dullest of pain; a bone weakening ache that consumes me with every breath,
at every step.
“Oh Cesar…my Cesar, all that lay beneath my breast cries out
for you! My chest, hollow of heart and lung when I am parted from you!”
- V "Lady Scribe"
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