by Rayley Meadows » Thu Dec 21, 2017 8:55 am
Oh, Maiden, or Mother, or whoever I’m suppose to ask, Rayley pleaded frantically. Her heart hammered in her throat, choking her, so her voice was no more than a husky whisper, “tomorrow, during the archery.” She found herself trembling, almost too frightened to continue, “I’ll make some excuse, the Keep will be all but empty.”
Spouse of Elwood Meadows • Young Adult • Attractive • SweetStatus 4 |
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