My Tears Can Ruin Empires
Language: en
I was born frail, a delicate glass doll, yet I lived a life of unimaginable indulgence. My bedroom was a climate-controlled sanctuary, always kept at a precise seventy-two degrees with perfect humidity. Organic ingredients were flown in daily from organic farms across Europe and South America. I had a rotating team of dozens of world-class private physicians, all dedicated to monitoring my breath, my pulse, my sleep. They coddled me so thoroughly that I hadn't so much as caught a cold in over a decade. But it wasn’t out of pure paternal love. It was because I was the Davenport family’s…