Jane Seymour
When you first wore your wedding dress, white as porcelain, as your complexion, did you know you were a corpse adorned in your own pallor?
Did you know you would die delivering an heir for his kingdom?
Your son could be cut from his cord, but can you rest when his father rests with you, when you will never be severed from them?
About the Creator
Wen Xiaosheng
I'm a mad scientist - I mean, film critic and aspiring author who enjoys experimenting with multiple genres. If a vial of villains, a pinch of psychology, and a sprinkle of social commentary sound like your cup of tea, give me a shot.
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