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To quell the violence between the Frankish Empire and the invading Norsemen from Scandinavia, the King of Francia sends his daughter, Princess Clarke of Francia, to the Norse Commander as a gift. With their union, their people’s will become one, and the fighting will end. But Clarke has no intention of being anyone’s gift. Certainly not the murderous Norse Commander.
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10 Apr 2021
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Lexa, the praetor of Camp Polis for Roman demigods, decides that the only way to beat the Mountain is to ask their dreaded Greek counterparts for help, Camp Ark. The two camps have worked together before but they barely managed to get along. However, she is desperate. They are expecting the usual team, Bellamy and his friends, only it's not Bellamy who comes.
Enter, Clarke Griffin.
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19 Jun 2020
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Mystery Work
Part of Collection #1
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This is part of an ongoing challenge and will be revealed soon!
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09 May 2020
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Since she started at St Anne’s private prep school, Lexa has prided herself on her ability to fly below the radar, even if she sometimes is forced to waitress her classmates’ socialite events. That all changes the moment she comes to the attention of Clarke Griffin, the princess of the upper east side, as wealthy as she is beautiful and used to getting her own way.
Determined to shake off the hold of her over bearing mother, Clarke presents Lexa with a proposal that she can’t turn down: pretend to date her and she will make sure Lexa never has to waitress again.
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10 Mar 2020
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“My name’s Clarke Griffin,” she says, and it’s professional despite how self conscious she feels when in reality it should be the opposite. She isn’t the one trapezing about New York in red and black spandex, and yet, somehow, face to face with this person she feels awfully small. “I work at the Ark.” Clarke pauses. “You haven’t told me yours.”
“Spider-man,” the woman says, and Clarke can hear the smile in it. Somewhere behind that mask, something small and gentle and warm. “Spider-woman as my friends like to call me. Or at least they would if I had any friends.”
The corner of Clarke’s lips quirk, and she tries to stop it but the resulting grin is inevitable. Her grasp tightens on the tape recorder in her hand and oh. This is bad. “That’s not what I meant.”
“I know.”
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07 Mar 2020