Mortimer
This will work. This shall work. Soon she'll see. She'll see and she'll love me. For Edward will be dead. And so will his Gaveston. All others she loves more than me, dead, so she must only have me. It's a simple plan they dug their own grave. Stupid fags. Their own fucking fault. I'm really doing us all a favor.
"Dean Alleyn?" I ask, knocking on his office door.
"Yes—ah come in, Mortimer isn't it?"
"Yes, sir, I think I have something you should see," I say, smiling pleasantly, "I think it might be rather informative."
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Second (History Plays, Book 1)
Teen FictionRose and Swan Boarding School's social heirarchy is disrupted with the arrival of a new student who catches the eye of the star of the hockey team. Can Edward and Gaveston keep their relationship a secret from the malicious student body and faculty...
