viii. muse.
Everything Chaenniean artist without a muse is worthless, at least to her, so what if she finds her muse in the form of a bard at a pâtisserie in the city of love?"I've seen you running around the streets of France, were you searching for your soul?"
"I finally found my soul in this bustling city of Manhattan." -
This story is already published as a one shot. If you haven't read it, you can check it on my profile. Thank you uwu
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