Marcia McClure, Our official Romance Novelist says:
Antoine de Bellamont sat trembling in the presence of the dark Lord of Roanan. How could plucking one bloom from a rose vine have found him thus?
"And what explanation do you offer for your thievery, man?" The dark Lord's voice angrily boomed, echoing through the grand hall like a violent, threatening storm.
"I . . . I would hardly call it thievery, Milord," Antoine replied. "One bloom from such a rose vine as that on your eastern wall . . . it is merely a trifle."
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