Synopsis: In the dying days of the French aristocracy the royalty threw lavish parties while the peasantry starved outside. You are a low-ranking daughter of a lesser noble house dragged to one such party by a best friend who has long since departed for the dance floor. You find your eyes drawn to a pale stranger in a corner, watching the crowd with the eyes of a predatory cat. As you watch he catches your eyes, and beckons you over to him…
The Queens County
You may notice this is not posted to GWA. That is because I honestly don't know if it belongs there. This is a piece of fiction I wrote today. I have no claims to it's...skill level...shall we say?
The Queens Count. I also do not know what tags are appropriate for this one.
This is me, narrating my own work of fiction. The characters don't get off. I don't get off. What are you doing here?
Okay. Enjoy me or don't.
I'm not the boss of you.